Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Certificate
another 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,
four brothers in the SS,
I go around and can't back up,
So I gotta game layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never slippin I fully strapped,
I the gat out the glove,
Do these fools got a problem me,
Or do got love,
So when the light green I don't bone out,
I wanna see what 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 out the one smokin endo,
up fast rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Cali, the state where they kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if have to,
but if they to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my block 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 ones that dropped
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a shame it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them things 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 quarter nine,
I was to peal a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of heart I'm a loc,
And I'm ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and 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 block and for the other 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 I peal 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 fresh county on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I 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,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause aint no where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause believe it or not they got more for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white
cause brothers you don't the half,
On the streets I was near outta my mind,
but ever I've been down,
I colorblind. . .
in the hood ain't changed
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 blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them together and we them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin like part of the fun,
they get smoked to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't 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 crew we colorblind. . .