Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With four in the SS,
I can't go around and 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 these got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So the light turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First they get my ride,
Then switch 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,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over colors cause brother know the deal,
they'll cap not if they have 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 boogie yo they like to bang
but rookies ain't the only ones that
Some say the little locs are gettin a too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it no thing to me,
cause I slang things like a G,
It's on does anybody a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a till nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
and dumb, full of heart I'm a baby loc,
And I'm to do a job cause I aint 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 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 ,
thinkin should I his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm trapped in the plan designed by man,
I ain't 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 fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand car keys over to your woman,
cause aint no where you headed,
and it can you crazy 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 black and photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the I was damned near outta my mind,
but since I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the of L.A. with no where to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big 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 day I pack my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
you don't talk only the streets tell stories,
With blue and red 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. . .