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, left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a nightmare walking, 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 was from Nutty Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, 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 Rocky at the Compton In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's as a mannequin
put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
my mama 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,

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles 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 want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came 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 mother at
My sister came up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, 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 nigga seeing
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you those?
Larry Nickles spot, my brother got me servin'
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips never lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
school 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 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 around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy 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 that
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen and

If someone took the out my pocket