Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind Ice Cube's album 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,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and can't up,
So I gotta game layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never 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 green I bone out,
I see what these black men are all about,
if it's my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they get behind my ride,
Then they 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 state they kill,
over cause brother don;t know the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first they might you,
See every brother on my block can't stop and he won't and it stop,
To the bang bang yo they like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only that dropped
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And a shame cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang things like a G,
It's on anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of 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 only 13 and I never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the side,
pulled up the car and now I'm on the tip,
hit the 5 dollar and I'm ready to flip,
caught one from the back and looked in ,
thinkin should I his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the designed by another man,
I contributin to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm outta county on bail,
and no do I get out,
seems I right back in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause every day different try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge turns
when you try to your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better cause the book is comin'
and your car keys over to your woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll never 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 know the half,
On the streets I was near outta my mind,
but since I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've finally figure out that 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 them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how many to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you talk only the streets tell stories,
blue and red bandanas 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. . .