Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after tremendous success on your past albums
Some have said you've sold out of use of
Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you to that?
You see a lot of people don't realize you know
Rock n' Roll is black music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like
Who started it off back in the day you 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 you know
And anybody who said that I out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really don't a fuck about that 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 off, it's real black 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 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, Ozzy and
You know what cops got your
Cat out of the
All your died of old age, but you see
I live in South Los Angeles
And

Shit like that
It's real up

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

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

The insane
While you 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 what to do
If a kid got killed on the way to
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 these motherfuckers to South
Yea, fuck

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

weekend
Thirty-seven kids killed in a gang
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house count
Four nineteen one motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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