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 and therefore 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 going on. A disaster obviously)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the news get to the hood niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a blue
Stick a like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" boom
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
Stick prick, devils shit
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta Mac10 for Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, lyin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a computer
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your National Guard ain't
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 with the wind and I know white men can't
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? got the heaters
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and 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 a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super duper 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 Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King)