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 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 walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was from Nutty
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up 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 Love, subbin'
My parents to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 Wilmington, pull 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
banging 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 drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
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 my pops came home off heroin
changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry 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 came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
on her face, blood 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 things
Playin' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
Couldn't cook, holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips never lay down
They that it was they town
We thought it was so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 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 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, a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, an image
Straight out of Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the
Still had a vision, look I never up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and up
I'm Jungles, most my gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
Kept it active for my son he his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen and

If someone the flag out my pocket