Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the 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 that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told 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...)
Make it
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

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

it rough

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
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, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your National ain't hard
You had to get to stop me cos you know what?
We teared this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, gone with the wind and I know men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the
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 and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King)