Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and 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 they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw 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 activity continues in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the news get to the then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi and surely
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 he's zipped up like tuscadero
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 niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this up

it rough

I gotta Mac10 for Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your National ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, gone with the and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from 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 smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice lucked out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store 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 eyed
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

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