Luyện nghe bài hát Colorblind

Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death
another 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,
With brothers in the SS,
I can't go and can't back up,
So I gotta game layin in the cut,
Is a jack 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 these men are all about,
Cause if it's my I'll just show,
If not, I'm they supersport,
First they get my ride,
they switch lanes to the left side,
I'm scopin out the one endo,
Comin up rollin down his window,
He up a sign,
I put my nine,
Fool I was colorblind,
Killer Cali, the where they kill,
over colors cause brother know the deal,
Where they'll cap not if have to,
but if want to first they might confront you,
See every brother on my block can't stop and he won't and it stop,
To the bang boogie yo they like to gang bang
but rookies the only ones that dropped
say the little locs are gettin a little too loc,
Cause their the ones who up the most,
Say the wrong word whistle down the street to your homies like a bird,
Come back and get nigga,
And it's a shame cause it no thing to me,
cause I slang them like a G,
It's on anybody want a killa for the summertime,
I gotta get nine, even though I'm colorblind. . .
Now the game plan,
about a till nine,
I was told to peal a cap on the side,
Young and dumb, 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
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,
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 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 type of gang related activity,
cause every day different fools try to get me,
for nothin than a color, or territory,
rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's
the judge deaf
when you try to tell side
cause you ain't blue
Boy you better duck cause the is comin'
and your car keys over to your woman,
aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll never a tear,
believe it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and photograph
cause you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned outta my mind,
but ever since I've down,
I colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the ain't changed
and I've finally figure out that not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. with no to turn,
which way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred red,
put them and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, smoked 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,
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 crew we colorblind. . .