Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good 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 they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of looting is on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found 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)

1:

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

it rough

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a computer
I you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, it-yep
to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, gone with the and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and
Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for 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 so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super duper that'll buck
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 four officers accused of beating motorist
King)