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 walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Blocc
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was in it
Gang 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
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came 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 mother at
My came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, 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,

Seven years passed, now a lil seeing things
Playin' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
'64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles spot, my brother got me servin'
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
dyin' over

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

- On

If someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone took the out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the
Still had a vision, I never gave up
put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
it active 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 after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
Except my cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket