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 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 stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin'
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
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 bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My pops start panicin', 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, pull up at Killer
Rush my to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole blood, yeah I was born in it
banging 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister 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 seeing
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the team
Posted up on the block, I had that 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 those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips never lay down
They thought that it was they
We it was ours so we would 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 homies and 2 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
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
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 the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the
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 so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've hittin' licks all my life 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 cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket