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 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 nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a stalking
life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My daddy was Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
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 it wasn't
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 she's as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole lotta blood, I was born in it
Gang banging my family got in it, all over

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

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg 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 me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and 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 seeing things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green
Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey
Ditched school especially 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
is a cold motherfucker
Niggas over

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

- On

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

These rappers gimmicks, an image
Straight out of Village
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, I never gave up
put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my 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 ain't a
bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket