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 they all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've told 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 found that they all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues 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 then niggas be
hotter cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody knows the of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now zipped up like leather tuscadero
soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
Stick prick, devils ain't
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya story me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, Bush a push
But your National Guard hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We teared this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and
Don't fuck with the black-owned but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the if you can't do the time
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 muthafucka up so the fuck!?!

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

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