Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

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

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

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

The worlds insane 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

Tell us 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 your kid in the backyard
Shit would hit the fan,

And it would hit hard
I it every night, another gunfight
The tension
On the body count

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

I it every night
Another
The mounts
On with the count

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

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

I hear it every
Another
The mounts
On with the count

what 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 eyes?

The worlds insane while you champagne
And Im livin in black
Dont you the guns
You stupid, dumb, suckin, bum politicians

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