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, melees and disturbances of the peace are the
interests of all our people and therefore be permitted)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi and surely
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 zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

it rough

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 lap-top
I you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big black as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your National Guard ain't
You had to get to stop 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 stealin
And it came from Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck with the stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, 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 and Adidas
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 rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's 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

(*newsreader*)

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