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 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 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
of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole lotta blood, I was born in it
Gang 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,

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station
walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And when you gang bangin' shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't him
Molested my sister night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my 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, blood on her hands, blood on her
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,

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips would lay down
They that it was they town
We thought it was so we would empty 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 homies and 2 brothers
Compton is a 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
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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, a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it

These 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 and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
I've been hittin' licks all my life 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 tryna get
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket