Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Certificate
Here's 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 brothers in the SS,
I can't go around and can't up,
So I gotta peep game in the cut,
Is a jack or a kidnapp,
Since I'm never ever I fully 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 don't out,
I see what these black men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm pluggin supersport,
they get behind my ride,
Then they switch to the left side,
I'm out the one smokin endo,
up fast rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
cause I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the state they kill,
over colors brother don;t know the deal,
they'll cap not if they have 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 bang boogie yo they to gang bang
but ain't the only ones that dropped
Some say the little locs are a little too loc,
their the ones who kick up the most,
Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your homies a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a cause it ain't no thing to me,
cause I slang them things a G,
on does anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get another nine, even I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
a quarter till nine,
I was told to a cap on the other side,
Young and dumb, full of I'm a baby loc,
And I'm ready to do a job cause I not joke,
Stable and able but I'm not and willin
I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin,
grabbed the A.K. and in the G ride,
started up the block and headed for the side,
pulled up the car and now I'm on the tip,
hit the 5 dollar and I'm ready to flip,
caught one from the and looked in eyes ,
thinkin should I peal his cap, or 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 seems I right in jail,
for some type of gang activity,
cause every day different try to get with me,
for more than a color, or territory,
can't em, that's the sheriff'story,
So left
the judge turns
when you try to your side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck the book is comin'
and hand your car keys over to woman,
cause aint no where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got more for me here,
Now picture that, but on a and white photograph
cause brothers you know the half,
On the I was damned near outta 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, gettin smoked like 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 talk only the streets tell stories,
With blue and red on the street,
and if slippin you'll be six feet deep,
me and T-bone, we pay em no mind,
and for the rest of the we stay colorblind. . .