Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

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

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta me
When the get to the hood then niggas will be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
knows the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up like leather
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, Bush a push
But your National Guard 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 white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and
Don't fuck with the stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In front of store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super duper that'll buck
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

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