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 that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been 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 that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta me
the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
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
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, ain't shit
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

Make it

I gotta Mac10 for Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big black boots as I
had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you what?
We woulda teared this 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 with the black-owned but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of store 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 Mossberg with the double eyed
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
do the crime if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the
up police killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so 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 motorist King)