Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, 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 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 that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A area obviously)
(The jury found 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 guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood niggas will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
up dust is a must
I trust a cracker in a blue uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Valley 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
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to this muthafucka up

Make it

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could call me was
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda teared muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of that store with the and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for and like Beretta wouldn't say
your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the
up police killer
The super duper nigga buck
We had to tear muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

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