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, psychopath
King of my jungle just a gangster
Living life a firecracker quick is my fuse
dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

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, that was my 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
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms 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" the words 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
Gang banging my 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 drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my didn't marry 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 came back up the and it was blood on her shirt
on her face, blood 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
with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay
They thought that it was they
We thought it was ours so we would out the trey pounds
school especially since 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
Compton is a motherfucker
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 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
it around 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

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I around 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, last
I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This is drastic, my flow bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen and

If someone took the flag out my