Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice album Death Certificate
another day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
South Central is Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and back up,
So I gotta peep game 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 the light turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what these men are all about,
Cause if it's my time I'll show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they get behind my ride,
Then they switch to the left 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,
Cali, the state where they kill,
over 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 stop and he won't and it stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to bang
but ain't the only ones that dropped
Some say the little locs are gettin a too loc,
Cause the ones who kick up the most,
Say the word then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it ain't no to me,
cause I slang them things a G,
It's on anybody want a killa 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,
and dumb, full 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 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 and headed for the other side,
pulled up the car and now I'm on the tip,
hit the 5 stick and I'm ready to flip,
caught one from the 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 fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's I right back in jail,
for some type of gang activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
when you try to tell your
you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better cause the book is comin'
and hand car keys over to your woman,
cause aint no sunshine you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not got more love for me here,
Now that, but on a black and white photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was near outta my mind,
but since I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and finally figure out that 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 blue, Big Fred wears red,
put together and we color 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 in a certain territory,
where you talk only the streets tell stories,
With 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 rest of the we stay colorblind. . .