Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our 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 were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been 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 were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We have sporadic throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Not guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the then niggas will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin and I smile
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
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather
Pretty soon catch Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, said
to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your National Guard ain't
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 with the wind and I know white men can't
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the 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 eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

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