Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's Death Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
South is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I go around and can't back up,
So I gotta peep layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
I'm never ever slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do fools got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns I don't bone out,
I wanna see what black men are all about,
if it's my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then switch lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
up fast rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state where kill,
over colors cause brother don;t the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if they want to first they might you,
See every on my block can't stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang
but rookies ain't the ones that dropped
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them like a G,
on does anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
and dumb, full of heart I'm a baby loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not and willin
I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the and headed for the other side,
up the car and now I'm on the creep tip,
hit the 5 dollar stick and I'm to flip,
caught one the back and looked in eyes ,
should I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan by another man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I back in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause day different fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge deaf
when you try to your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and your car keys over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not got more love for me here,
Now that, but on a black and white photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and I've finally figure out that we're not in the gang,
I walk the of L.A. with no where to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how many to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't talk the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas on the street,
and if slippin you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the we stay colorblind. . .