Luyện nghe bài hát April 29th, 1992

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

When we returned to the pad to everything
It on me that I could use a loveseat
So once again we filled the van it was full
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 harder each and every
Some went in a store with their mother
I saw her she came out she was gottin' some Pampers
They it was for the black man
They said it was for the
But not for the man
If you look on the streets, it wasn't about King
About this 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
Show paintings on the walls
Crabs are crawling on my

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