Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a (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 know the Germans done
(dissin')
Sneak me through the window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover ears, he 'bout to mention

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

Dark as the hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes
Even if master's listenin', I got the attention
So I'mma say that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color never rival
is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, love the creation"
It all came from God then you was my
I came to you reside
And looked around to see more sights for sore
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times

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Complexion don't mean a (it's a Zulu love)
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It all feels the same (it's a 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 like it, I it
You like it, I it

Let me talk my Stu Scott, me on my 2pac
Keep head up, when did you stop? Love and die
Color of your skin, color of eyes
That's the real blues, baby, you met Jay's baby
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue green and
All my Solomon up north, 12 years a
12 years of age, my shade too dark
I myself, I no longer need Cupid
And forcin' my dark side like a young George
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't you stupid
And frame of mind for bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the of dots they tutored
two ties, L-L, you lose two times
If you don't see you beautiful in 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 earth been blessed
Ain't no stress, jigga boos be
I ain't talkin' Jay, I ain't Bey
I'm talkin' days we got watchin' movie screens
And spike yourself
The new Bond gon' be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, and pirus, no colors ain't a thing

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