Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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Complexion mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
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It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the done
(dissin')
Sneak me the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you cotton just to chill with you
You I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover ears, he 'bout to mention

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Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a love)
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It all feels the (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to with you
You I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
if master's listenin', I got the world's attention
So I'mma say somethin' that's and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so
By shades of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, women the creation"
It all came God then you was my confirmation
I came to you reside
And looked around to see more sights for eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory a million times with

(two-step)
Complexion mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You like it, I it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it

Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my
Keep your head up, when did you stop? and die
of your skin, color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's
You blew me away, you more beauty in blue green and grey
All my Solomon up north, 12 a slave
12 years of age, thinkin' my too dark
I myself, I no longer need Cupid
And forcin' my dark like a young George Lucas
don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the pair of they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you two times
If you don't see you beautiful in your
It ain't to put it in context
the air beneath the kite, that's the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, no contest
If you like it, I love it, all earth tones been blessed
no stress, jigga boos wanna be
I ain't talkin' Jay, I talkin' Bey
I'm days we got school watchin' movie screens
And spike yourself
The new Bond gon' be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And all beautiful to me
Call brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors a thing

Barefoot babies no cares
Teenage gun toters don't play fair, should I get out the car?
I see Compton, I see something much worse
The land of the landmines, the hell on earth