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 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 right nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a nightmare walking, psychopath
of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My daddy was from Nutty
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach 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 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 lotta blood, yeah I was born 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,

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle Greg sniffin' off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
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 bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my wasn't 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,

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you 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 lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was 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 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 out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, an image
out of Baldwin Village
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I
Kept it active for my son he his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
This is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket