Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the 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 that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told all along Crenshaw Boulevard that 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 continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin and I smile
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 grand wizard?" boom
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, devils shit
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 ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya bore 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 could call me was
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your National Guard ain't
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you what?
We woulda teared muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, with the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My had his truck 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 with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

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