Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and order will be maintained in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the are against the
of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A area obviously)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity continues in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
up dust is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi and surely
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 catch Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, said
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 me cos you know what?
We teared this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, gone the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of that store with the Nikes and
Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed
Ready for Darryl and 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 spotted the gorilla by the
Hittin up killer
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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