Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after tremendous success on your past albums
have said you've 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 that you know
Rock n' Roll is 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 anybody who said that I out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really don't give a fuck about that shit, you
But I do I like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for anybody who only listens one of music, now right now
I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, real black hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on 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 sometimes I sit at home, you know
An' I T.V. and I wonder what it would be like
To some place like you know
Piccass, B Show, and Harriet
You know what cops got your
Cat out of the
All friends died of old age, but you see
I in South Central Los Angeles
And

Shit ain't that
It's fucked up

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

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

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

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 on the way to school
Or a cop shot kid in the back yard
Shit would hit the fan
It hit real hard

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

Yo Big Master
Take motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, fuck

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

{Last
Thirty-seven kids killed in a warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these home}

Yea

Yea we in a body count
Four nineteen one motherfucker

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

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

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

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

you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, dick
Bum

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