Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice album 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 gotta game 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 when the turns green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what these men are all about,
Cause if my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First get behind my ride,
Then they lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over colors cause brother know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if they want to first might confront you,
See brother on my block can't stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies ain't the only ones dropped
say the little locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them like a G,
It's on does anybody want a for the summertime,
I get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game 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,
Stable and able but I'm not and willin
cause I'm only 13 and I 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 and I'm ready to flip,
caught one the back and looked in eyes ,
should 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 fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's I right back in jail,
for some type of gang activity,
every day different fools try to get with me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge deaf
you try to tell your side
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and your car keys over to your woman,
cause aint no where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause 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 near my mind,
but ever since been down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've finally figure out we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. no where to turn,
which way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big wears red,
put together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked like part of the fun,
they get just to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was born in a territory,
where you don't talk the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas on the street,
and if your you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the crew we colorblind. . .