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 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 a gangster stalking
Living life a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was Nutty Blocc
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton In
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, 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,

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the 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 me, the cops'll never 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 that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, on her legs
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 like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips never lay down
They thought that it was town
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
Niggas over

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

- On

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

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on this song and I around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been 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 tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' 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