Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors/It's On [Explicit]

This ain't nothin' nigga. All this 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 homie

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

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
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
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all

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 kitchen cookin', pops on the couch
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my didn't 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, blood on her hands, on her legs
Turned on the light and 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' the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay
They thought that it was they
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 bullets hit
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
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
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
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it 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
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I
Kept it for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen and

If took the flag out my pocket