Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind Ice Cube's album Death Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
South Central is Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go 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 these fools got a problem me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns green I don't out,
I wanna see what these men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First they get my ride,
they switch lanes to the left side,
I'm out the one smokin endo,
Comin up 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 brother know 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 and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to bang
but rookies ain't the ones that dropped
Some say the little locs are a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to homies like a bird,
Come and get served nigga,
And it's a shame it ain't no thing to me,
I slang them things like a G,
It's on does anybody want a for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was told to a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, of heart 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 never did a killin,
the A.K. and jumped in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the side,
pulled up the car and now I'm on the tip,
hit the 5 dollar 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 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 back in jail,
for some type of gang activity,
cause every day different fools try to get 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 eyed
Boy you duck cause the book is comin'
and hand car keys over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll shed 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 near outta my mind,
but ever since 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. with no to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how 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 only the tell stories,
With blue and red 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 crew we colorblind. . .