Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice album Death Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these fools got a with me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First they get 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 state where kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
they'll cap not if they have to,
but if they 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 to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only ones that
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,
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 does want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
about a till nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
and dumb, full of heart I'm a baby loc,
And I'm ready to do a job cause I not joke,
and able but I'm not ready and willin
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 dollar stick and I'm 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 plan designed by man,
I contributin to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh county on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I back in jail,
for some type of gang activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge deaf
when you try to tell your
you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better cause the book is comin'
and hand car keys over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause believe it or not they got love for me here,
Now that, but on a black and white photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and I've finally figure out that we're not in the gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. with no to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put together 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 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. . .