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' each homie

I am a nightmare walking, psychopath
King of my jungle just a gangster
Living life like a firecracker is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My pops start panicin', in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my to her room 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 Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high 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 to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama marry him
my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, on her hands, blood on her legs
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 nigga things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would lay down
thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would out the trey pounds
Ditched especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 brothers
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 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 around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
out of Baldwin Village
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked 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 all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This is drastic, my flow bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a 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 flag out my