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 Ice Cube to the test,
four brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is a jack 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 the light turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what 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 lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up fast down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Cali, the state where they kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if want to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my block can't stop and he and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang
but rookies ain't the only ones dropped
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your homies 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, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of I'm a baby loc,
And I'm ready to do a job cause I not joke,
and able but I'm not ready and willin
cause I'm only 13 and I ain't did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and 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 from the back and in eyes ,
thinkin should I his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan by another man,
I contributin 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 type of related activity,
cause every day different try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
when you try to your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck the book is comin'
and your car keys over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white
cause brothers you don't the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and I've finally figure out that not in the same 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 together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked 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,
blue and red bandanas on the street,
and if your you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the of the crew we stay colorblind. . .