Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death
another day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
South Central is puttin' Ice to the test,
With four in the SS,
I go around and can't back up,
So I gotta peep 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 when the light turns green I don't out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
if it's my time I'll just 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,
up fast 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 can't stop and he and it don't stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang 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 wrong word whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a shame cause it ain't no to me,
I slang them things like a G,
It's on anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game 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 ready to do a job cause I not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
cause I'm only 13 and I ain't did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and 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 back and looked in ,
thinkin I peal 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 related activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
when you try to tell your
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you duck cause the book is comin'
and hand your car keys 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 they got more for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white
cause brothers you know the half,
On the streets I was damned near my mind,
but since I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've finally out that 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, gettin like part of the fun,
they get smoked to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was born in a territory,
you don't 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. . .