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 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 stalking
Living like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' rock?
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at King
my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, 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 cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
Blood on her face, on her hands, blood 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
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would never lay
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip
I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead
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 took the flag out my pocket
it around 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 someone took the flag out my
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Village
If it's any activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
This shit is drastic, my flow
On rappers I'm flowin'
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket