Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and 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 therefore be permitted)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A area obviously)
(The jury found that were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We have fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
up dust is a must
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
Stick a like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
somebody knows the address of the
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" boom
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather
Pretty soon we'll catch Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
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

Make it

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya bore me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I told you all what happened and you heard it, it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big black as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda teared muthafucka 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, overweight and
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In front of that store the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? Surplus got the
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the if you can't do the time
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The super 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 Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)