Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm lookin in the so I can see who can see me,
South Central is puttin' Ice to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go and can't back up,
So I gotta peep layin in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never 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 these black men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they get behind my ride,
Then they lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
up fast rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state where kill,
over colors cause don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they 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 boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only ones dropped
Some say the locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame it ain't no thing to me,
cause I them things like a G,
on does anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was told to a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of I'm a baby loc,
And I'm ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and but I'm not ready and willin
I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the 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 should I 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 fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I back in jail,
for some type of 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 left
the turns deaf
when you try to your side
cause you blue eyed
Boy you duck cause the book is comin'
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause 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 got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since I've 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 way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred red,
put them together and we color dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how come to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to this day I my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't talk the streets 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. . .