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 like, you know
'The Cosby Show', and Harriet'

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

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

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

us what 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 killed on the way to
Or a cop shot kid in the backyard
would hit the fan, muthafucka

And it hit real hard
I hear it night, another gunfight
The mounts
On the body count

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

I it every night
Another
The mounts
On with the body

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

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

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 nigga with eyes?

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

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