Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's Death Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
South is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I can't go 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 fools got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So the light turns green I don't bone out,
I see what these black men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then they switch to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if have to,
but if they want to first they might you,
See every brother on my block stop 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 little locs are gettin a too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang things like a G,
It's on does anybody want a for the summertime,
I get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, of heart I'm a baby loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
cause I'm only 13 and I never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and 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 stick and I'm ready to flip,
caught one the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I 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 outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I back in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause every day different fools try to get me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the turns deaf
when you try to tell your
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better cause the book is comin'
and hand car keys over to your woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause brothers you don't 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 figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I the streets of L.A. with no where to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them together and we them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin like part of the fun,
get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was born in a territory,
where you don't only the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas on the street,
and if your slippin be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the we stay colorblind. . .