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

My was from Nutty Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin'
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at King
Rush my mama to her room and let the do his thing
Was a whole 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton 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 want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
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 wasn't
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
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 nigga seeing
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 green
Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
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 hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
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 flag out my
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
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it

rappers 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, look I gave 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
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been licks all my life and I passed
it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow
On rappers I'm flowin'
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my