Luyện nghe bài hát April 29th, 1992

April 26th,
There was a riot on the
Tell me where were
While you sittin' home watchin' TV
While I was in some anarchy
First we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that I can't afford
Red lights flashin', time to
And then we that liquor store into a structure fire
Next we hit, it was the music shop,
It only took one to make the window drop
we got our own P.A.
When two guys are holdin' hands I'd they are gay

When we to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me I could use a loveseat
So once again we filled the van 'til it was
Since that day my room's been much more comfortable
The man in the with the forty years
He's getting harder, and harder, and each and every year
Some went in a store with their mother
I saw her when she came out she was gottin' some
They it was for the black man
said it was for the mexican
But not for the man
If you look on the streets, it wasn't about Rodney
this fucked up situation and fucked up police
Ooh, said I'm on top and I'm comin' on top
And 187 on a big ol' cop
those paintings on the walls
Crabs are crawling on my

Wanna let it burn, let it burn
It burns, it burns, it motherfuckin'
(Just I pee)
Oh, I'll have the Moons over
on the streets of Chicago
Riots on the streets of Beach
Mmm, San
Riots on the streets of City
Tuskaloosa...Alabama?
Creveland,
Fountainberry, Texas, Paramount, Buelle, and all these other
shitty places that no one would wanna go to anyways, so you
as well burn them
Let it
Let it
(Mr. Burns)
Let it
(Mr. Burns, Mr. Burns)
Let it
Let it