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 (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 jungle just a stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' rock?
year 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 think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway through the her stomach start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at King
Rush my mama to her room and let the do his thing
Was a lotta blood, yeah I was born 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 to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like 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 cause she was scared
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister back 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,

Seven years passed, now a lil seeing things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
'64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the would never lay down
They thought it was they town
We it was ours 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 dead
Compton is a motherfucker
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, a fist and lock it
If someone took the 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 fist and it
If took the flag 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 real activity I'm in it in the of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket