Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous success on past albums
Some 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 realize that you
Rock n' Roll is truly 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, music is music, I look 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 really don't give a fuck about shit, you know
But I do I like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for anybody who listens one form of music, now right now
I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's black hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the I'm like layin' Some vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out}

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

Shit ain't like
It's real up

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

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

The world's
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 hard

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

Yo Big Master
Take motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, that

I hear it every night, 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, these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house body
Four ninety one motherfucker

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

God what 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
you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black

you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, suckin'
Bum

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