Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind Ice Cube's album Death 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,
four brothers in the SS,
I can't go and can't back up,
So I peep game layin in the cut,
Is this a or a kidnapp,
I'm never ever 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 turns I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
if it's my time I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
they get behind my ride,
Then they switch to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up fast down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
colors cause brother don;t know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if they to,
but if want to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my can't stop and he won't and it don't stop,
To the bang bang boogie yo like to gang bang
but rookies the only ones that dropped
Some say the little locs are gettin a too loc,
Cause the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a shame cause it ain't no to me,
cause I slang them like a G,
It's on anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now here's the plan,
about a quarter nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the 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 13 and I ain't never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the block and 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 the back and looked in eyes ,
should I peal his cap, or should I let him survive,
I'm in the plan designed by another man,
I contributin to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
seems I right back in jail,
for some type of related activity,
cause every day 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 turns
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't eyed
Boy you better duck cause the book is
and hand your car keys to your woman,
cause aint no sunshine you headed,
and it can drive you if you let it,
But I;ll shed a tear,
believe it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause brothers you don't the half,
On the I was damned near outta my mind,
but ever since I've 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 of L.A. with no where to turn,
every way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked part of the fun,
they get smoked just to how many come to the funeral. . .
I how all my homeboys feel,
and to day I pack my steel,
cause I was born in a territory,
where you don't only the streets tell stories,
With blue and red on the street,
and if your you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the of the crew we stay colorblind. . .