Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind Ice Cube's album Death Certificate
Here's 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 go around and can't back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
I'm never ever slippin 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 what these men are all about,
Cause if it's my time just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First they get my ride,
Then they switch to the left side,
I'm out the one smokin endo,
Comin up fast down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
Where cap not if they have to,
but if they want to first 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 like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only ones that
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a shame cause it no thing to me,
cause I slang them things a G,
It's on does anybody want a for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
and dumb, full 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 and willin
I'm only 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 dollar stick and I'm to flip,
caught one from the and looked in eyes ,
thinkin I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the designed 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 back in jail,
for some type of gang 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 what's
the turns deaf
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand car keys over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got more for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was near outta my mind,
but ever I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and finally figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. with no to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them together and we them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how many to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to this day I my steel,
cause I was in a certain 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 rest of the we stay colorblind. . .