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

1:

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
up dust is a must
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Valley and surely
somebody knows the 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 like tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this up

it rough

2:

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be back to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
Taerin up 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
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, Bush a push
But your National Guard hard
You had to get Rodney to me cos you know what?
We woulda this 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 blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters
us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double buckshot
Ready for and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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