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 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 just a gangster
Living like 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 Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my sister
of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
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 stiff as a
Pops put the car in reverse and then 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 do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all

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 chair
Mama in the cookin', pops 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 be like me
The Bloods to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't him
Molested my sister night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers there
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, 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 nigga things
Playin' the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green
from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would lay down
They thought that it was they
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
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 out my pocket
Wrap it 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 out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
out of Baldwin Village
If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas 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 life and I
Kept it for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
my model cars it's 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