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 gotta peep layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever slippin I strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do fools 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 my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
they get behind my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the side,
I'm out the one smokin endo,
Comin up fast down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state where kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if have to,
but if they want to first might confront you,
See every on my block can't stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies the only ones that dropped
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your homies a bird,
Come and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it ain't no to me,
cause I them things like a G,
It's on does want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
Young and dumb, full of heart I'm a loc,
And I'm ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
cause I'm only 13 and I ain't did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the side,
up the car and now I'm on the creep 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 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 I right back in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
every day different fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
when you try to your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck the book is comin'
and hand your car over to your woman,
cause aint no sunshine you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned near 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 wears red,
put together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how many to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was born in a territory,
you don't talk only 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. . .