Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice album Death Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I go around and can't back up,
So I gotta 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 got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First get behind my ride,
they switch lanes to the left 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,
Cali, the state where they kill,
over colors cause don;t know the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first they might you,
See every on my block can't stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang
but rookies ain't the only ones dropped
Some say the little locs are a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to homies like a bird,
back 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 get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
about a till 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,
and able 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 the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I peal his cap, or I let him survive,
I'm in the plan designed by another man,
I ain't 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 fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge deaf
you try to tell your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand your car keys to your woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got more for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned near my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and I've finally figure out we're not in the same gang,
I walk the of L.A. with no where to turn,
which way I get burned baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them together and we color dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how many to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
where you talk only the streets tell 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. . .