Luyện nghe bài hát April 29 1992

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

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

stop 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 this guitar that you're hearing

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

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

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

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

It's about coming up and on top
1-8-7 on a mother cop
It's not written on the paper it's on the
So Guard smoke from all around

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

Give me my share, I it
me my share, I need 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 it to me, you don't wanna see me go
Give me my share, I it, give me my share

But there is a wicked one, a one
A one wicked, a wicked wicked wicked one
Doesn't see me go