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,
South is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go and can't back up,
So I gotta game 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 fools got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the light green I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time I'll show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then switch lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up fast rollin his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state where kill,
colors 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 and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only ones that
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And a shame cause it ain't no thing to me,
I slang them things like a G,
It's on does want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
Young and dumb, full of I'm a baby loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint not joke,
Stable and 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,
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 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 seems I right in jail,
for type of gang related activity,
cause day different fools try to get with me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
you try to tell your side
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you duck cause the book is comin'
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
believe it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white
brothers you don't know the half,
On the I was damned 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 walk the 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, smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
cause I was born in a territory,
where you don't talk the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas on the street,
and if slippin you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the crew we colorblind. . .