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 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 a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever slippin I strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do fools got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns green I bone out,
I see what these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First they get my ride,
Then they lanes 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,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over colors cause 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 boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies the only ones that dropped
Some say the little locs are gettin a too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle the street to your homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I them things like a G,
on does anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
Young and dumb, full of I'm a baby loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not ready and
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 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 looked in ,
thinkin should I his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan by another man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
seems I right back in jail,
for some type of related activity,
cause every day different fools try to get me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge deaf
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand your car keys over to woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll 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 near outta my mind,
but since I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't
and I've figure out that we're not in the same 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 together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to 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,
blue 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 of the crew we stay colorblind. . .