Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice album Death Certificate
Here's day at the stoplight,
I'm in the mirror so I can see who can see me,
South is puttin' Ice Cube to the test,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and back up,
So I gotta peep 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 fools got a problem with me,
Or do got love,
So when the light green I don't bone out,
I wanna see these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my time I'll show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
First 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,
over colors cause brother don;t the deal,
Where they'll cap not if have to,
but if they want to first they might you,
See every brother on my block can't 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
say the little locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle the street to your homies like a bird,
back and get served nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them things a G,
It's on does want a killa for the summertime,
I get another nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter 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 ready to do a job I aint not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not and willin
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,
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 by another man,
I ain't to genocide,
I'm colorblind. . .
I'm fresh outta on bail,
and no do I get out,
It's seems I back in jail,
for type of gang related activity,
cause every day fools try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, the sheriff'story,
So what's
the turns deaf
you try to tell your side
cause you blue eyed
Boy you better cause the book is comin'
and hand your car keys to your woman,
cause aint no where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
cause believe it or not got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white
brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was near outta my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood changed
and I've figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. no where to turn,
every which way I get 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 day I pack my steel,
I was born in a certain territory,
where you talk only the streets tell stories,
With and red bandanas 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. . .