Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's Death Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
South is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I go around and can't back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm ever slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the turns green I don't bone out,
I see what these black men are all about,
if it's my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First they get my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the 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 cause brother don;t 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 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 ones that
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who up the most,
Say the wrong then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it no thing to me,
cause I slang them things a G,
It's on does want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
a quarter 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 cause I not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
cause I'm 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 back and in eyes ,
should I peal his cap, or should 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 I right back in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause day different fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge turns
when you try to tell your
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand your car over to your woman,
cause aint no sunshine 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
cause brothers you know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood changed
and I've finally figure out that we're not in the gang,
I the streets of L.A. with no where to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like of the fun,
they get just to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
where you don't talk the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas on the street,
and if your slippin be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the of the crew we stay colorblind. . .