Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous on your past albums
Some have said sold out because of use of
Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you reply to
You see a lot of people don't realize that you
Rock n' Roll is truly music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black like that
Who it off back in the day you know and as far as
I'm concerned, is music, I don't look at it is Rock
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as you know
And anybody who that I sold out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really don't give a fuck about that shit, you
But I do what I like and I happen to like Rock n' an' I feel
for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now
I got my own band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm layin' Some vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out}

{You sometimes I sit at home, you know
An' I watch T.V. and I wonder it would be like
To live some like you know
Piccass, B Show, and Harriet
You what cops coming got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I in South Central Los Angeles
And

Shit like that
It's fucked up

God damn, what a brother do
To get a through
To the red, and blue?

What, I die?
you realize
I was a with open eyes

The world's
you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black

You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em
With a of hand grenades

us what to do
you
Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you

You what to do
If a kid got killed on the way to
Or a cop shot your kid in the back
would hit the fan motherfuckin'
It would hit real

I it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts on with the count

Yo Big Phee
Take these motherfuckers to Central
Yea, that

I hear it every night, gun fight
The tension mounts on with the count

weekend
Thirty-seven kids killed in a warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these motherfuckers

Yea

Yea we in a body count
Four ninety one motherfucker

I hear it night, another gun fight
The tension mounts on with the body

God damn what a gotta do
To get a message
To the red, and you?

What, I die?
Before you
I was a nigga with open

The insane
you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black

Don't you the guns?
You stupid, dumb, dick
Bum

us what to do
you
Tell us to do
you
The mounts