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 ain't nothin' homie. Ask 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
of my jungle just a gangster 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 Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
Cutlass on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
Scared of contractions so she's 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 King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole 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' off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, 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,

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you those?
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would lay down
They thought it was they town
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead
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
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
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 song and I fucked 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 been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he his daddy ain't a bitch
bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow
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 dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them cars and

If took the flag out my pocket