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 disturbances of the peace are 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 jury that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it
(We sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
up dust is a must
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin throat and I
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the wizard?" then boom
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a computer
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda teared this up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, gone with the wind and I know men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
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 ???? got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the
Hittin up police
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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