Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous success on your albums
Some have 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 you know
Rock n' is truly black music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like
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 kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you know
And who said 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 like and I happen to like n' Roll an' I feel
for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now
I got my own band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore
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, check it out}

{You know sometimes I sit at home, you
An' I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be
To some place like you know
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You know what cops coming got
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 real up

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

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

The world's
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 killed on the way to
Or a cop shot your kid in the yard
Shit hit the fan motherfuckin'
It would hit hard

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

Yo Big Master
Take these motherfuckers to South
Yea, fuck

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

weekend
Thirty-seven kids killed in a warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these motherfuckers

Yea

Yea we in a body count
nineteen ninety one motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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