Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors/It's On [Explicit]

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 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 nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a nightmare walking, talking
King of my just a gangster stalking
Living like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four 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 think it
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My pops panicin', moms 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, 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 family got torn in it, all

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 Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be me
The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too young to her and my brothers wasn't there
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
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 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' the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, holes in my Dennis 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
They thought that it was they
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 homies and 2 dead
Compton is a cold
dyin' 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
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Village
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on this 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
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a
Been bangin' all my life now I'm tryna get rich
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
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 out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my