Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet 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 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 of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury 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 filthy devils tried ta me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a blue
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody knows the address of the
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I to the grand wizard?" then boom
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather
Pretty soon we'll catch Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this up

Make it

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big boots as I step
had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to me cos you know what?
We woulda teared muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

It's on, gone with the wind and I know 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 out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg the double eyed buckshot
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
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 spotted the by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to this muthafucka 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 beating motorist King)