Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and of the peace are against the
interests of all our people and 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 looting is on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood niggas will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
up dust is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a blue
a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
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 wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up like tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Coon
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

Make it

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top
I you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said
to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your National Guard ain't
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you what?
We teared this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
In front of store with the Nikes 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 eyed
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta say
your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
The super nigga that'll buck
We had to tear muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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