Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous on your past albums
Some said you've sold out because of use of
Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you to that?
You see a lot of people don't that you know
Rock n' Roll is black music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people that
Who started it off in the day you know and as far as
I'm concerned, music is music, I don't look at it is
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I look at it as music you know
And anybody who that I sold out, they can basically suck my
Dick, I really don't give a fuck about that shit, you know
But I do what I and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for who only listens one form of music, now right now
I got my own rock band, it's got to off, it's real black hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the I'm like layin' Some vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out}

know sometimes I sit at home, you know
An' I watch T.V. and I wonder what it be like
To live some like you know
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You what cops coming got your
Cat out of the
All your died of old age, but you see
I live in South Central Los
And

Shit like that
real fucked up

God damn, what a brother do
To get a through
To the red, white and

What, I gotta
you realize
I was a brother with open

The insane
While you drink
And I'm livin' in black

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 to do
If a kid got on the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the yard
Shit hit the fan motherfuckin'
It would hit hard

I hear it every night, another gun
The mounts on with the body count

Yo Big Master
Take these to South Central
Yea, fuck

I it every night, another gun fight
The tension on with the body count

weekend
Thirty-seven kids killed in a gang
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these home}

Yea

Yea we in a body count
Four nineteen ninety one

I hear it every night, another gun
The tension mounts on the body count

God damn what a gotta do
To get a through
To the red, white and

What, I gotta
Before you
I was a with open eyes

The world's
While you champagne
And I'm livin' in rain

Don't you hear the
You stupid, dumb, suckin'
Bum

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