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 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 told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the get to the hood then niggas will be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Valley 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?" then
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
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, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you call 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 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 men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of that 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 the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
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, Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King)