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 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 walking, psychopath talking
King of my just 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 don't matter

My daddy was from Nutty
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' 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 it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at King
Rush my mama to her and let the doctor do his thing
Was a lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang 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 cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles 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 Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one my pops came 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 at work
My sister back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
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 years passed, now a lil 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 green
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips would lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the pounds
Ditched especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 dead and 2 dead 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 flag out my
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist 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 flag out my
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on this song and I around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my 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 I'm flowin' after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, 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 clips and out them stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket