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
Rock n' in your music, how do you reply to that?
You see a lot of don't realize that you know
n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black like that
Who started it off 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 kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you know
And anybody who said that I sold out, they can basically 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' Roll an' I
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now now
I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' Some 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 what it be like
To live some place like you
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You know what cops got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I live in South Los Angeles
And

Shit ain't like
It's real up

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

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 hand

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 killed on the way to
Or a cop shot your kid in the back
Shit hit the fan motherfuckin'
It would hit hard

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

Yo Big Master
Take these to South Central
Yea, that

I hear it 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 Sei, take these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a body count
Four nineteen ninety one

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

God damn a brother gotta do
To get a through
To the red, and you?

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

The insane
While you drink
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 mounts