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 interests of all our people and therefore be permitted)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found 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 tried ta kill me
the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody knows the of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up like leather
soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
Stick prick, ain't 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 gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your National Guard hard
You had to get Rodney to 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 stealin
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In front of store with 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 double buckshot
Ready for and like 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 that's a fucked up
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so the fuck!?!

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

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