Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good order will be 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 that 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 is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the 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 like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi and surely
somebody knows the of the jury
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 up like leather tuscadero
soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, devils shit
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, with the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the 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 eyed
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
do the crime if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the
up police killer
The super nigga that'll buck
We had to tear muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

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