Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go and can't back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these fools got a with me,
Or do got love,
So when the turns green I don't bone out,
I see what these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then they lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up fast down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over colors cause brother don;t the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if want to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my block stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to bang
but rookies ain't the only ones dropped
Some say the little locs are a little too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the word then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come and get served nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I them things like a G,
It's on does want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
about a till nine,
I was to peal 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 for the other side,
up the car and now I'm on the creep tip,
hit the 5 stick and I'm ready to flip,
caught one from the back and looked in ,
thinkin should I his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the designed by another man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
seems I right back in jail,
for some type of gang activity,
cause every day different fools try to get me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
when you try to tell your
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand your car 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 been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood changed
and I've finally figure out we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. with no to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred red,
put together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like 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,
you don't talk only the streets 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 of the crew we stay colorblind. . .