Luyện nghe bài hát Body Count

{Ice-T after your tremendous success on past albums
Some have said you've sold out 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' Roll is truly music, it was created by
Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people that
Who it off back in the day you know and as far as
I'm concerned, music is music, I look at it is Rock
R n' B or that kind of stuff, I look at it as music you know
And anybody who said I sold out, they can basically suck my
Dick, 'cause I really don't give a fuck about shit, you know
But I do what I like and I happen to Rock n' Roll an' I feel
Sorry for anybody who listens one form of music, now right 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 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 watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be
To live some like you know
Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and
You what cops coming got your
Cat out of the
All your friends of old age, but you see
I live in South Los Angeles
And

Shit ain't that
It's real up

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

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

The world's
While you drink
And I'm livin' in 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 what 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 hear it every night, another gun
The tension on with the body count

Yo Big Phee
Take motherfuckers to South Central
Yea, fuck

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

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

No, no, no

{Yo Aunty Sei, take motherfuckers home}

Yea

Yea we in a house count
Four ninety one motherfucker

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

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

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

The world's
you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in rain

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

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