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 against the 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 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 throughout the of Los Angeles)

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

Make it

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya bore me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't
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 and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and
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 Beretta say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super duper nigga buck
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

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