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 of the peace are against the
of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A 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 throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi and surely
somebody knows the 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 leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you call 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 Guard ain't
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you what?
We woulda this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, with 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 black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the double buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
do the crime if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
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 Guilty for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating Rodney
King)