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
Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you reply to
You see a lot of people don't that you know
Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like
Who started it off back in the day you and as far as
I'm concerned, is music, I don't look at it is Rock
R n' B or kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you know
And anybody who that I sold out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really don't give a fuck that shit, you know
But I do what I like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I
for anybody 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 records I'm like layin' Some vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, it out}

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

Shit ain't that
real fucked up

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

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

The world's
While you drink
And I'm 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 to do
If a kid got killed on the way to
Or a cop your kid in the back yard
Shit hit the fan motherfuckin'
It would hit hard

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

Yo Big Master
Take these motherfuckers to South
Yea, fuck

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

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

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house body
nineteen ninety one motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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