Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T your tremendous success on your past albums
Some have said you've 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' is truly black music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Richard, an' black people like that
Who started it off back in the day you and as far as
I'm concerned, music is music, I don't at it is Rock
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as you know
And who said that I sold out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I don't give a fuck about that shit, you know
But I do what I like and I happen to like n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for 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 hardcore
Band 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}

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

Shit ain't like
It's fucked up

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

What, I gotta
you realize
I was a brother with open

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

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

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

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

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

Yo Big Phee
these motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, fuck

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

weekend
Thirty-seven killed in a gang warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these motherfuckers

Yea

Yea we in a house body
Four nineteen ninety one

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

God damn what a gotta do
To get a through
To the red, white and

What, I gotta
Before you
I was a with open eyes

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

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

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