Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous on your past albums
Some have said you've sold out of use of
Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you reply to
You see a lot of people don't realize that you
Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was 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, 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 said that I sold out, they can 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 Rock n' Roll an' I
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now now
I got my own rock band, got to jump off, it's real black hardcore
Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' Some 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 be like
To some place like you know
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You know what coming got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I in South Central Los Angeles
And

Shit like that
It's real up

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

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

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

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 would hit the fan
It would hit hard

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

Yo Big Phee
Take these to South Central
Yea, that

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

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

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house body
Four nineteen ninety one

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

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

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

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

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

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