Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous success on 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 realize that you know
n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people that
Who it off back in the day you know and as far as
I'm concerned, music is music, I look at it is Rock
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you
And anybody who said that I sold out, can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really give a fuck about that shit, you know
But I do what I like and I happen to Rock n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for anybody who only one form of music, now right now
I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like 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 what it 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 live in South Los Angeles
And

ain't like that
It's real up

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

What, I gotta
you realize
I was a with 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
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 know 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 would hit real

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

Yo Big Master
Take motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, that

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

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

No, no, no

{Yo Sei, take these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a body count
nineteen ninety one motherfucker

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

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

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

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

Don't you hear the
You stupid, dumb, suckin'
Bum

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