Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, 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 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 obviously)
(The jury that they were 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)

1:

Not guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up is a must
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
knows the address 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 leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

Make it

2:

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, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya story me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black as I step
had to break you off somethin, give 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!

3:

It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came Betty Crocker, overweight 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 nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In front of that store with the and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like 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 up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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