Luyện nghe bài hát Colors

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

[Chorus: Kingston] (The Game)
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, (Californ-i-a)
have 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

1: The Game]
Check it! I'm the Of The Party, shit start off off coke and bacardi
Bandanas tied the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm to bloods to Pac was to thugs
What is to crips I'm the California king
Let it be known, I reign Supreme like McGriff
put me in Queens and give me a strip
A couple red tops while the watchin
get a head shot Compton is the city of God
My block originators I said one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is
Some authentic some niggas Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked others chronic out of philly papers
Game time is really watches got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial they 'gon hate us
I inherited gang bangin my mother
And what I didn't get from her I picked up watchin

[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

2: Sean Kingston]
I'm from a of different colors different faces
slang different races different gangs different places
Air Ones laces
Different culture livin different thugs different ages
The sky's the money's green the weed is purple
The ice is white you try me I'm a have to you
Kingston boy I rep no other
Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican
The grill is cold the is gold the chrome is silver
Nickel plated if it's blazin than the will kill ya
Certain get one in the head
Certain places you wear colors you dead
Fi yuh bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man
Cau gunshot a be like drum pan weh mi from
And the same ol' story
We don't give a damn about your guts and

Sean Kingston]
Miami colors, 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 3: Ross]
Painted the car blue, that's for the sweat and
In my red tennis shoes fool cause the pain is
I'm my green (Green) So my sky's blue (Blue)
Purple and the strawberry philly up in my coupe
Yeah I'm in the yellow boss, in the white gold
You might fold I'm platinum go ask white hoes
I got black slammin cadillac do's
Gettin out a rat trap like I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back how I stacks dough
on that jack 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 tennis
That's how I present it to ya you think I got 'em ten a
He green as spinach just lame middle man
Standin in the street my flag in the middle lane(BOSS)

Sean Kingston]
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors