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 nightmare walking, talking
King of my jungle just a stalking
Living life 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 uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here 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 through the movie her stomach start
My pops start panicin', in the passenger seat
Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin
put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her and let the doctor do his thing
Was a lotta 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 drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle Greg sniffin' off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton in the Station Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came off heroin
changed, I'm glad 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 at work
My came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her
Turned on the 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 like Magic, we was the team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
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?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips never lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was so we would empty out the trey 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 flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If took the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the
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 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 life and I
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket