Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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Complexion mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
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It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I what the Germans done
(dissin')
Sneak me through the window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten down
Even if master listenin', cover ears, he 'bout to mention

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Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a love)
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It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a field nigga
I made a for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master's listenin', I got the attention
So say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never
Beauty is what you make it, I to be so mistaken
By different shades of
wit told me, "You're womanless, women love the creation"
It all from God then you was my confirmation
I came to where you
And around to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch reverse a million times with

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Complexion mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
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It all feels the (it's a Zulu love)

You like it, I it
You it, I love it
You like it, I it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it

Let me my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my 2pac
your head up, when did you stop? Love and die
Color of your skin, color of your
That's the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's
You blew me away, you more beauty in blue green and grey
All my Solomon up north, 12 a slave
12 years of age, thinkin' my too dark
I love myself, I no longer Cupid
And forcin' my dark side a young George Lucas
Light don't you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid
And frame of mind for bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a for the pair of dots they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you two times
If you see you beautiful in your complexion
It ain't to put it in context
Find the air the kite, that's the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no
If you like it, I love it, all your tones been blessed
Ain't no stress, boos wanna be
I talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got watchin' movie screens
And spike esteem
The new James gon' be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the queens
We all on the team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a thing

Barefoot babies no cares
Teenage gun toters don't play fair, should I get out the car?
I don't see Compton, I see something much
The land of the landmines, the hell that's on