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

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My was from Hoover, how she end up here 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 think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
banging 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be me
The Bloods want to kill me, the never catch me
And you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister came back up the 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,

Seven passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green
Walkin' the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
They that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would out the trey pounds
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 brothers
Compton is a motherfucker
dyin' over

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

- On

If someone the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
it around 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

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
Straight out of Village
If it's any activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just get rich
This is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them cars and

If someone took the out my pocket