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 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, psychopath
King of my jungle just a stalking
Living like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was from Nutty
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my 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 Compton In
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at King
my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my chair
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never me
And you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was 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 seeing things
with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, holes 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 they
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 bullets hit
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
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 flag out my
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone the flag 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 and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

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

If took the flag out my pocket