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,
Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I can't go and can't back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever slippin I 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 wanna see what black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First they get my ride,
they switch lanes to the left side,
I'm out the one smokin endo,
Comin up fast rollin his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over colors cause brother know the deal,
they'll cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first might confront 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 the only ones that dropped
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle the street to your homies like a bird,
Come and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it ain't no to me,
I slang them things like a G,
It's on does anybody want a for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a till nine,
I was told to a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, of heart 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,
the A.K. and jumped in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the 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 ,
should 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 outta county on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I right in jail,
for type of gang related activity,
cause day different fools try to get with 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 side
you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck the book is comin'
and your car keys over to your woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause believe it or not got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause brothers you know the half,
On the I was damned near outta my mind,
but ever I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've finally figure out that we're not in the gang,
I walk the of L.A. with no where to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how 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 of the crew we stay colorblind. . .