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 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
of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
Then dead as a the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was from Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin'
year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger
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 to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a lotta blood, yeah 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,

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be me
The Bloods want to kill me, the never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
Then one my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister came back up the and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, on her legs
on the light 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 passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would never lay
They that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
Ditched especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a motherfucker
Niggas dyin'

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, make a fist and it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock 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, look I never up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and 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, last
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
This shit is drastic, my flow
On I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket