Luyện nghe bài hát Colors

[Intro: Sean (Rick Ross) (*The Game)
Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate)
Heights! (*Let's go)

[Chorus: Sean (The Game)
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, (Californ-i-a)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (All the way to County)
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors,

1: The Game]
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, shit start off off and bacardi
Bandanas tied the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm to to what Pac was to thugs
What Snoop is to I'm the California king
Let it be known, I reign Supreme like Kenneth
Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a
A red tops while the feds watchin
get a head shot Compton is the city of God
My block originators I blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is
Some authentic some niggas Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked others chronic out of philly papers
Game time is really Jacob got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial they 'gon hate us
I inherited gang from my mother
And what I didn't get from her I picked up watchin

[Chorus: Kingston]
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors,

2: Sean Kingston]
I'm from a world of colors different faces
slang different races different gangs different places
Air Ones laces
Different culture different livin different thugs different
The sky's blue the money's the weed is purple
The ice is white you try me I'm a to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep no other
Black, yellow and green I bleed the colors
The grill is cold the wheels is gold the is silver
plated if it's blazin than the chrome will kill ya
Certain get one in the head
Certain places you certain colors you dead
Fi yuh gang bang yuh mi yuh a dead man
Cau gunshot a be drum pan weh mi come from
And it's the ol' story
We don't give a about your guts and glory

[Chorus: Sean
Miami colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 3: Ross]
the car blue, that's for the sweat and blood
In my red shoes fool cause the pain is love
I'm bout my green (Green) So my blue (Blue)
Purple and the philly up in my five coupe
Yeah I'm in the boss, they in the white gold
You might fold I'm go ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin do's
Gettin cheese out a rat trap like I'm close
Whippin in the back that's how I stacks dough
Waitin on that jack get him in his afro
These assholes must be gone on crack smoke
Try to the boss well let's front 'em what they ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten tennis
That's how I it to ya you think I got 'em ten a thang
He green as spinach just lame middle man
Standin in the street wavin my in the middle lane(BOSS)

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors