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 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
life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer
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 to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
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 night my pops home off heroin
changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't
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, 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 years passed, now a lil seeing things
Playin' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
'64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a turned Pippen on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would never lay
They thought that it was they
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 dead homies and 2 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 the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag 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 and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, 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
put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' 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 life now I'm tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket