Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order be maintained 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 found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of looting is on. A disaster area obviously)
(The found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the news get to the then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
up dust is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I to the grand wizard?" then boom
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

Make it

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, said
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your National Guard ain't
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, with the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh the hell, throw 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 store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? 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
your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
up police killer
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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