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, and disturbances of the peace 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 Boulevard that there's a of
fires. A lot of looting is on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

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

it rough

2:

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, lyin
ain't buyin
ya story me
up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, it
but all you could call me was
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black as I step
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 know
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, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
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 four officers accused of beating Rodney
King)