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 found that 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 here in this....) Make it rough
(We have fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Not the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
Stick a like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody knows the address of the
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
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 dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, 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, Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to 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 stealin
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
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 and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? got the heaters
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
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 do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the
Hittin up police
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 Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King)