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 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' each other homie

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

My daddy was from Nutty
My uncle was from Blocc
My was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole lotta blood, I was born in it
Gang banging my family got in it, all over

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
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 you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came home off
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama marry him
my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister came back up the 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,

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
They thought that it was 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 hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead
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 someone took the out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone the flag out my pocket
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
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 song and I fucked around 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
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 all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This 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 it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket