Luyện nghe bài hát Colors

[Intro: Kingston] (Rick Ross) (*The Game)
Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate)
Heights! (*Let's go)

[Chorus: Kingston] (The Game)
have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Californ-i-a)
Jamaica colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (All the way to Dade County)
My jewels colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 1: The
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, shit off off coke and bacardi
tied around the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm to bloods to what Pac was to
Snoop is to crips I'm the California king
Let it be known, I reign Supreme like Kenneth
Reincarnated put me in Queens and me a strip
A couple red tops the feds watchin
Infiltrate get a shot Compton is the city of God
My block I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the is affiliated
authentic some niggas Milli Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked others chronic out of philly papers
time is really Jacob watches got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the they 'gon really hate us
I inherited gang bangin my mother
And what I didn't get from her I up watchin colors

[Chorus: Kingston]
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 2: Sean
I'm from a world of colors different faces
Different different races different gangs different places
Air different laces
Different culture different livin different thugs different
The sky's blue the money's green the is purple
The ice is white you try me I'm a to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no
Black, yellow and green I the Jamaican colors
The is cold the wheels is gold the chrome is silver
Nickel plated if it's blazin than the will kill ya
Certain dudes get one in the
Certain places you wear colors you dead
Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a man
Cau gunshot a be like pan weh mi come from
And the same ol' story
We don't give a damn your guts and glory

[Chorus: Kingston]
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

3: Rick Ross]
Painted the car blue, that's for the and blood
In my red tennis shoes fool the pain is love
I'm bout my green (Green) So my blue (Blue)
Purple and the strawberry up in my five coupe
I'm in the yellow boss, they in the white gold
You fold I'm platinum go ask them white hoes
I got hoes slammin cadillac do's
Gettin out a rat trap like I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back that's how I stacks
Waitin on jack boys get him in his afro
assholes must be gone on that crack smoke
Try to cross the boss well let's front 'em what ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten tennis
That's how I present it to ya you I got 'em ten a thang
He as spinach just another lame middle man
Standin in the wavin my flag in the middle lane(BOSS)

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors