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

This ain't nothin' nigga. All 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 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 gangster
Living like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was from Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my 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
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer
my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my 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 in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too young to her and my brothers wasn't there
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was 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' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips never lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
is a cold motherfucker
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 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 took 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, a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Village
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 this 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
It's first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
Kept it active for my son he his daddy ain't a bitch
Been all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow
On I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket