Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good order 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 they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues in this....) Make it rough
(We sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

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

it rough

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big black as I step
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National ain't hard
You had to get to stop 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 Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, 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 with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so 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)