Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death
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 can't go around and can't up,
So I gotta game 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 green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what these men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the 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 state where kill,
over colors cause don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if they to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my 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 dropped
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And a shame cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them like a G,
on does anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even 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 ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not 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,
up the car and now I'm on the creep tip,
hit the 5 dollar stick and I'm to flip,
caught one from the and looked in eyes ,
thinkin I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan by another man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh county on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's I right back in jail,
for some type of related activity,
cause day different fools try to get with me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
when you try to tell side
cause you blue eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and your 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 more for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was near outta my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
in the hood ain't changed
and I've finally figure out we're not in the same gang,
I the streets of L.A. with no where to turn,
which way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them together and we color dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like of the fun,
they get smoked just to how many 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 streets stories,
blue and red bandanas on the street,
and if your slippin you'll be six deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the of the crew we stay colorblind. . .