Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

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

You know, where come and got your cat outta the tree
All your died of old age
But you see, I in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately
Shit, like that, its real fucked up

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

The worlds insane while you champagne
And Im in black rain
You try to ban the A.K., I got ten of em
a case of hand grenades

Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you

You know what do
If a kid got on the way to school
Or a cop your kid in the backyard
Shit would hit the fan,

And it would hit real
I hear it every night, gunfight
The tension
On with the body

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

I it every night
gunfight
The tension
On with the body

Last weekend thirty-seven killed
In gang in my backyard.
No, no, no

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

I it every night
gunfight
The mounts
On with the count

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

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

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