Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice 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 Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I can't go around and can't up,
So I gotta peep game 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 fools got a with me,
Or do got love,
So the light turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time I'll show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First they get my ride,
Then they lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up fast down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
colors cause brother don;t know the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first might confront you,
See every brother on my block can't stop and he and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they 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 then down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a shame cause it no thing to me,
cause I them things like a G,
It's on anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
Young and dumb, 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
cause I'm only 13 and I never did a killin,
the A.K. and jumped 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 and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I 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 I right back in jail,
for some type of related activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the turns deaf
when you try to tell your
cause you blue eyed
Boy you better cause the book is comin'
and hand your car over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got more for me here,
Now that, but on a black and white photograph
brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
in the hood ain't changed
and finally figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. no where to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred red,
put them together and we color dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like of the fun,
get smoked just to show how many come 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 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. . .