Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's Death Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
Central is puttin' Ice Cube 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 never ever I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do fools got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
they get behind 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,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over colors 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 can't stop and he won't and it stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang
but rookies ain't the only ones dropped
Some say the little locs are a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who 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 shame it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang things like a G,
It's on does anybody a killa 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, full of heart I'm a loc,
And I'm ready to do a job 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,
the A.K. and jumped in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the side,
up the car and now I'm on the creep tip,
hit the 5 stick and I'm ready to flip,
caught one from the back and 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 outta county on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I right in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge deaf
you try to tell your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause aint no sunshine you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white
brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned near my mind,
but since I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood changed
and finally figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. no where to turn,
which way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears 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 day I pack my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the tell stories,
With blue and red on the street,
and if your slippin be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the crew we colorblind. . .