Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice album Death Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
South Central is puttin' Ice 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 this a or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever 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 bone out,
I wanna see what these men are all about,
Cause if it's my time I'll show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First they get my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the side,
I'm out the one smokin 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 cause brother don;t know the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if want to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my block can't stop and he won't and it stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only that dropped
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong then whistle down the street to your homies like 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, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a 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 ready to do a job cause I not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not and willin
cause I'm 13 and I ain't never did a killin,
the A.K. and jumped in the G ride,
started up the and headed for the other side,
up the car and now I'm on the creep tip,
hit the 5 dollar and I'm ready to flip,
caught one the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm in the plan 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 of gang related activity,
cause every day different try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
you try to tell your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand car keys over to your woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause it or not they got more 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 outta my mind,
but ever since I've 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 them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the streets stories,
With blue and red 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. . .