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

My was from Nutty Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger
Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got 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 sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's shorter Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers 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 light and was red
I'm by

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

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips never lay down
They that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 brothers
Compton is a 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 out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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 someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked 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
Kept it active for my son he his daddy ain't a bitch
bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On I'm flowin' after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead
I'm The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my