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 other

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

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', 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 words my mom out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her and let the doctor 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
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
used 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 mother at
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
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 passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
'64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin'
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets 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 took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, an image
out of Baldwin Village
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never up
Game put me on this and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his ain't a bitch
bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm 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 from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my