Luyện nghe bài hát April 29 1992

April 26th,
There was a riot on the streets, tell me where you?
You were sittin' home watchin' TV
While I was paticipatin' in some

First we hit it was my liqour store
I finally got all alcohol I can't afford
Red lights flashin' time to
And then we turned that liquor into a structure fire

Next we hit it was the music shop
It took one brick to make that window drop
we got our own P A
Where do you think I got guitar that you're hearing today?

As as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal

When we to the pad to unload everything
It on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was
Since day my livin' room's been much more comfortable

everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder and harder and each and every year
A girl went in the store with her and her kids
And I saw her when she out she was gettin' some Pampers

They said it was for the Black man, said it was for the Mexican
And not for the man
But if you at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King
It's 'bout this fucked up situation and fucked up police

It's about up and staying on top
on a mother fuckin' cop
It's not written on the paper on the wall
So National Guard smoke all around

Homicide, never doin' no
no time
D-doin' no
no time
Give me my share, my

me my share, I want it
Give me my share, I it now, I need it now
But the wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go
Give me my share, I want it, me my share
But your don't wanna give it to me, you don't see me go
Give me my share, I want it, me my share

But there is a wicked one, a one
A one wicked, a wicked wicked wicked one
wanna see me go