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 are against the
interests of all our people and cannot be permitted)
(The jury found they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw 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 here in this....) it rough
(We have sporadic throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the 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
Stick a like a unicorn
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 talk to the grand wizard?" then
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give a push
But your Guard 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 wind and I know white men can't
Now I'm stealin
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall
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 of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
The super duper that'll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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