Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

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

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

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

The worlds insane while you champagne
And Im livin in black
You try to ban the A.K., I got ten of em
With a 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 youd do
If a kid got killed on the way to
Or a cop your kid in the backyard
Shit hit the fan, muthafucka

And it would hit hard
I hear it every night, gunfight
The mounts
On with the body

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

I it every night
Another
The mounts
On with the count

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

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

I hear it every
gunfight
The mounts
On with the body

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

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

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