Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind Ice Cube's album Death Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
South is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I go around and can't back up,
So I gotta peep layin in the cut,
Is a jack 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 what black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the 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 colors cause brother don;t 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 boogie yo like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the 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 homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
I slang them things 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,
a quarter till 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 cause I not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
I'm only 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 from the back and looked in ,
thinkin should I peal his cap, or I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the designed by another man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm outta county on bail,
and no do I get out,
seems I right back in jail,
for type of gang related activity,
every day different fools try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge turns
when you try to tell your
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand your car keys to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got love for me here,
Now that, but on a black and white photograph
cause brothers you know the half,
On the streets I was damned near my mind,
but ever since been down,
I colorblind. . .
in the hood ain't changed
and I've finally out that we're not in the same gang,
I the streets of L.A. with no where to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them together and we color dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get just to show how many come 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 don't talk the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas on the street,
and if your you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the we stay colorblind. . .