Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous on your past albums
Some said you've sold out because of use of
Rock n' 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
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 at it is Rock
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you
And anybody who said I sold out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really don't a fuck about that shit, you know
But I do what I like and I happen to Rock n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for who only listens one form of music, now right now
I got my own rock band, got to jump off, it's real black hardcore
Band 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 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 what cops got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I live in South Los Angeles
And

Shit like that
It's real up

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

What, I gotta
Before you
I was a brother 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

us what 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 would hit the fan
It hit real hard

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

Yo Big Master
Take these motherfuckers to Central
Yea, that

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

{Last
kids killed in a gang warfare
In my

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take these home}

Yea

Yea we in a house body
Four nineteen one motherfucker

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

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 world's
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