Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

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