Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, and disturbances of the peace 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 Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
up dust is a must
I trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody knows the of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
Stick prick, devils ain't
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
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
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 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 blunts
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of that with the Nikes 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 if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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