Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, 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 cannot be permitted)
(The jury found 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 that they were 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 guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
up dust is a must
I trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi and surely
knows the address 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, day feral
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas buyin
ya story me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a lap-top
I you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black as I step
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard hard
You had to get to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

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