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 that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
up dust is a must
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi and surely
somebody knows the of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then
Make him eat the barrel, 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 respect we had to tear 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 nothin but for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your National Guard hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
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, overweight and
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In of that 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 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 rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super duper nigga buck
We had to tear muthafucka up so what 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 motorist Rodney King)