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 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, psychopath
King of my just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
Then dead as a the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four old on her lap, that 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 to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer
Rush my mama to her 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,

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the baggin'
Cousin's Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
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 bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that 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 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' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
'64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would never lay
thought that it was they town
We thought it was so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dyin'

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 around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone took the out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist 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 my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
out of Baldwin 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 this song and I fucked 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' all my life and I passed
it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my