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 Central is puttin' Ice to the test,
four brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and back up,
So I gotta game layin in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm ever slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these fools got a problem me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns green I 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 they get my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
up fast 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,
they'll cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first they confront you,
See every brother on my block stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang yo they like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only that dropped
Some say the little locs are gettin a too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang things like a G,
It's on does want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of heart I'm a loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint not joke,
and able 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,
up the block 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,
one from the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan designed by man,
I contributin to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm outta county 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 more a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
when you try to tell your
you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand your car keys to your 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 photograph
cause brothers you don't the half,
On the I was damned near outta my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and I've figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. no where to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred red,
put together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to this day I my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the streets stories,
blue 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 we stay colorblind. . .