Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T your tremendous success on your past albums
have said you've sold out because of use of
Rock n' Roll in music, how do you reply to that?
You see a lot of people don't realize that you
Rock n' Roll is truly music, it was created by
Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like 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 who said 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 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 jump off, it's black hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right 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 some like you know
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You know cops coming got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I live in Central Los Angeles
And

Shit like that
real fucked up

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

What, I die?
you realize
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
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 killed on the way to
Or a cop shot kid in the back yard
Shit hit the fan motherfuckin'
It would hit real

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

Yo Big Phee
these motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, that

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

weekend
Thirty-seven kids killed in a warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, these motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house count
Four ninety one motherfucker

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

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

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

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

you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, suckin'
Bum

Tell us to do
you
Tell us to do
you
The mounts