Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind Ice Cube's album Death Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
South Central is puttin' Ice to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and back up,
So I peep game 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 these got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they 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,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over cause brother don;t know the deal,
they'll cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first they confront you,
See every brother on my block stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang bang
but ain't the only ones that dropped
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
Cause the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And a shame cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them like a G,
It's on does anybody a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
and dumb, full of heart I'm a baby loc,
And I'm ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and but I'm not ready and willin
cause I'm only 13 and I never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the block and 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 from the back and in eyes ,
should I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan designed by man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh county on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I right in jail,
for type 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 what's
the turns deaf
you try to tell your side
cause you blue eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause aint no where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
believe it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause brothers you don't the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've finally figure out we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. with no to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them together and we them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked part of the fun,
they get smoked to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the streets stories,
With blue and red on the street,
and if your slippin you'll be six deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the we stay colorblind. . .