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,
four 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,
Since I'm ever slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these fools got a problem me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns green I don't out,
I wanna see what black men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First they get my ride,
they switch 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,
Fool I was colorblind,
Cali, the state where they kill,
over colors cause brother don;t the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if want to first they might confront you,
See brother on my block can't stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to bang
but ain't the only ones that dropped
Some say the little locs are gettin a too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your homies a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it 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 here's the plan,
about a quarter 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 I aint not joke,
Stable and but I'm not ready and willin
cause I'm only 13 and I ain't 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 dollar stick and I'm to flip,
caught one the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan by another man,
I contributin to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I right in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause every day different try to get with me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge deaf
when you try to tell your
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause aint no sunshine you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll shed a tear,
cause believe it or not got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
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 way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them together and we color dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
you don't talk only 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. . .