Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors/It's On [Explicit]

This ain't 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 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 gangster
life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then 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 from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents to see Rocky 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
put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom 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
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,

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

Seven years passed, now a lil seeing things
with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
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
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey
Then a turned Pippen on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the Crips would lay down
thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you?
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a motherfucker
Niggas 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 took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the 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 so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he 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 cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket