Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the are against the
interests of all our people and therefore be permitted)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a of
fires. A lot of is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that 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 tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
knows the address 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 he's zipped up leather tuscadero
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
Stick prick, ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this up

it rough

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, it-yep
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 me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this 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 blunts
And it came Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a up slogan
The Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to tear this muthafucka up so the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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