Luyện nghe bài hát Colors

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

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

[Verse 1: The
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, shit start off off and bacardi
Bandanas tied the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm to bloods to Pac was to thugs
Snoop is to crips I'm the California king
Let it be known, I reign Supreme like McGriff
Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a
A couple red tops the feds watchin
Infiltrate get a shot Compton is the city of God
My block originators I blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is
Some authentic some niggas Milli bangers
Some get smoked others smoke chronic out of papers
Game time is really Jacob watches got silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial 'gon really hate us
I inherited gang bangin from my
And what I get from her I picked up watchin colors

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

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

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

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

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors