Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death
Here's 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 can't go around and back up,
So I gotta peep layin in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these fools got a problem me,
Or do got love,
So the light turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time I'll show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then they lanes 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,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over colors cause brother know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if they to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my can't 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 a little too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come and get served nigga,
And it's a shame it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them things a G,
It's on does anybody a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
about a till nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
Young and dumb, full of heart I'm a loc,
And I'm ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and but I'm not ready 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 block and for the other side,
up the car and now I'm on the creep tip,
hit the 5 dollar and I'm ready to flip,
caught one the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I peal his cap, or I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan designed by man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm outta county on bail,
and no do I get out,
seems I right back in jail,
for type of gang related activity,
cause day different fools try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you duck cause the book is comin'
and hand your car keys to your woman,
aint 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 that, but on a black and white photograph
brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and finally 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 blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin like part of the fun,
they get smoked to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't only the streets tell stories,
With 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. . .