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 ain't 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 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 walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle a gangster stalking
Living life a firecracker quick is my fuse
dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was from Nutty
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin'
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then 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, I was born in it
Gang banging my got torn in it, all over

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

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the never catch me
And when you gang bangin' shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came home off
changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister back up the stairs 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,

Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my 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 Crips would lay down
thought that it was they town
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially it was an all Crip school
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 brothers
Compton is a motherfucker
Niggas 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
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I around and came up
I'm Jungles, my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
Loadin' up the clips and out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my