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 black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' other homie

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

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
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 stomach start
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was 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 to the Bulls, '85 here
My Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my 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 you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama 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 back up the stairs and it was on her shirt
Blood on her face, 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,

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' 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 crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips never lay down
They thought that it was town
We thought it was ours so we would out the trey pounds
Ditched especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
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, make a and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Village
If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' last
Like been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just get rich
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket