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

My was from Nutty 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 older
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', 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" 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 lotta blood, yeah I was in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's shorter Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama marry him
Molested my sister that cause she was scared
I was too to help 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, 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,

Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the 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 those?
Larry Nickles spot, my brother got me servin'
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the would never lay down
They that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the pounds
Ditched school since it was an all Crip school
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 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 out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
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 out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, I never gave up
Game put me on this and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, last
I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead
I'm The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them cars and

If someone took the flag out my