Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors / It's On

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 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 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 nightmare walking, psychopath
King of my jungle just a stalking
Living life like a quick is my fuse
Then dead as a the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My daddy was from Nutty
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton In
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd 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, yeah I was 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister came back up the stairs and it was on her shirt
on her face, blood on her hands, blood 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,

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

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on song and I fucked around 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 hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If someone the flag out my pocket