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 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 just a gangster stalking
Living like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I
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 here rock?
year old on her lap, that 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 bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
Scared of contractions so she's as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got 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 sniffin' off my high chair
Mama in the cookin', pops 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 tell me: "Son, don't you be like me
The Bloods to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's shorter Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came home off
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 brothers there
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her
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 things
with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
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 spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would lay down
thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the pounds
Ditched school especially 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
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 the flag out my pocket
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 the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any 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 around and came up
I'm Jungles, my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket