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

I am a nightmare walking, talking
King of my jungle just a stalking
life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin'
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
outside 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 stomach start
My pops 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
Rush my 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton in the Station Wagon
walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you bangin' life's 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 cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister came back up the and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, 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 years passed, now a lil nigga seeing
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you those?
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips never lay down
They thought that it was town
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 dead homies and 2 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 my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If someone took the 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

These rappers gimmicks, 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 never up
Game put me on song and I fucked 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
Like I've been licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them cars and

If someone took the flag out my