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 cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that 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 found they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta me
When the news get to the hood niggas will be
hotter cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Valley and surely
knows the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up like tuscadero
Pretty soon 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 dazed layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this up

Make it

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
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, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya bore me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big boots as I step
had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda teared this up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, gone the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and
fuck 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 lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
do the crime if you can't do the time
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
The super duper that'll buck
We had to tear muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

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