Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors / It's On

This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a nightmare walking, talking
King of my jungle just a gangster
Living life like a quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was in it
Gang my family got torn in it, all over

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles in the Station Wagon
walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't him
Molested my sister night cause she was scared
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her
Turned on the and everything was red
I'm by

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
dyin' over

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

- On

If someone the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, an image
Straight out of Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never up
Game put me on this and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow
On I'm flowin' after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and out them stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket