Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Certificate
another 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 brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and can't up,
So I gotta peep layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever 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 wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they 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,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over colors cause don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if have to,
but if they want to first they confront 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 the only ones that dropped
say the little locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle the street to your homies like a bird,
Come and get served nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang things like a G,
It's on does anybody want a for the summertime,
I gotta get nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was told to a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of heart I'm a loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
cause I'm 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 and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I peal his cap, or 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 type of gang activity,
every day different fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge deaf
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you duck cause the book is comin'
and hand your car over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
brothers you don't 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 finally figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. no where to turn,
which way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them together and we them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked part of the fun,
they get just to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to this day I my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the streets 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 of the crew we stay colorblind. . .