Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

You know sometimes I sit at home, you
And I watch TV and I wonder what it would be
To live someplace like, you
'The Show', 'Ozzie and Harriet'

You know, where cops and got your cat outta the tree
All your friends of old age
But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and
Shit, aint that, its real fucked up

what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through to the red, white and
What I gotta die before you
I was a brotha with eyes?

The worlds while you drink champagne
And Im livin in 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 youd do
If a kid got killed on the way to
Or a cop shot kid in the backyard
Shit hit the fan, muthafucka

And it would hit hard
I hear it every night, gunfight
The tension
On with the count

Yo, V
Take muthafuckas to South Central
Ha ha, yeah, fuck

I hear it every
gunfight
The mounts
On with the body

weekend thirty-seven kids killed
In warfare in my backyard.
No, no, no

Yo, C.
Take these home, yeah
Yeah, we in the house, body fools
1991

I it every night
gunfight
The tension
On the body count

Goddamn what a gotta do
To get a message to the red, white and you?
What I gotta die before you
I was a nigga open eyes?

The insane while you drink champagne
And Im livin in rain
you hear the guns
You stupid, dumb, dick suckin, bum

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