Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death
another 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 and can't back up,
So I gotta peep 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 these got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the light turns green I bone out,
I wanna see what these men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they get behind 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,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over cause brother don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if they want to they might confront you,
See every brother on my 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 ones that dropped
Some say the little are gettin a little too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the 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 things 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 told to a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of heart I'm a 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 dollar stick and I'm to flip,
one from the back and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I peal his cap, or I let him survive,
I'm in the plan designed by another 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 back in jail,
for some of gang related activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for nothin more a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge turns
when you try to your side
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand your car over to your woman,
cause no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and photograph
brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned near my mind,
but ever 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 streets of L.A. with no to turn,
every which way I get baby,
Lou blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them together and we them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked part of the fun,
they get smoked to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the streets 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. . .