Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

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

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a love)
(two-step)
It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the midnight hour, I'm as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue tell me your mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a field nigga
I a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes
if master's listenin', I got the world's attention
So I'mma say that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color 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 from God then you was my confirmation
I came to you reside
And looked to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times

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

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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, me on my 2pac
Keep your head up, did you stop? Love and die
Color of your skin, color of eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's
You blew me away, you think more in blue green and grey
All my Solomon up north, 12 a slave
12 years of age, my shade too dark
I love myself, I no longer need
And forcin' my dark side a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, bein' don't make you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the pair of dots they
Like two ties, L-L, you two times
If you don't see you beautiful in complexion
It ain't complex to put it in
Find the air beneath the kite, the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no
If you like it, I love it, all your earth been blessed
no stress, jigga boos wanna be
I ain't talkin' Jay, I talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school movie screens
And spike yourself
The new James Bond be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And all beautiful to me
Call your magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no ain't a thing

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