Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

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

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

ain't like that
It's real up

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

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

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

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

Tell us 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 your kid in the back yard
Shit would hit the fan
It would hit hard

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

Yo Big Phee
these motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, fuck

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

{Last
kids killed in a gang warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these home}

Yea

Yea we in a house count
Four ninety one motherfucker

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

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

What, I gotta
you realize
I was a nigga open eyes

The world's
While you drink
And I'm in black rain

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

Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
The tension