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 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 disaster obviously)
(The jury that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it
(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
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
Kickin up dust is a
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
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
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch 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 we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, lyin
ain't buyin
ya bore 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 black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, Bush a push
But your National ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda this 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 Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh the hell, throw 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 store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the double buckshot
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
up police killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so the fuck!?!

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

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