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
of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury that 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 going on. A disaster obviously)
(The jury found they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a cracker in a blue
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin and I smile
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, modern day
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this up

Make it

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, crew cut
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I you all what happened and you heard it, read 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, Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
You had to get to stop 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 from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
fuck with the black-owned stores 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 out, didn't get stuck 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 crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up 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 verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)