Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good 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 that were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard there's a series of fires. A lot of looting 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....) Make it
(We have sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

Not the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
Stick a like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat 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 to the grand wizard?" then boom
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
Stick prick, devils shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to me cos you know what?
We teared this muthafucka 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, and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
Hittin up 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 Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers of beating motorist Rodney King)