Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Valley and surely
knows the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up like tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas ain't
ya bore me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to me cos you know what?
We woulda teared muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of that store the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? got the heaters
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed
Ready for and like Beretta wouldn't say
your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super duper that'll buck
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

Huh, it rough!
Yo Muggs, make it
Huh, make it

(Not verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King)