Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

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

{You know I sit at home, you know
An' I watch T.V. and I wonder what it be like
To live place 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

ain't like that
It's fucked up

God damn, what a gotta do
To get a message
To the red, and blue?

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

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

You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em
With a case of 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 back
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 Phee
these motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, that

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

{Last
Thirty-seven kids killed in a gang
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Sei, take these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house count
Four nineteen one motherfucker

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

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

What, I die?
you realize
I was a nigga with eyes

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

Don't you the guns?
You stupid, dumb, suckin'
Bum

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