Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are the
interests of all our people and therefore be permitted)
(The jury that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster obviously)
(The jury found they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy devils ta kill me
When the get to the hood then niggas will be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up is a must
I can't a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi and surely
somebody knows the of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils shit
his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I gotta for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you it, read it
but all you could me was anti-Semitic
it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big boots as I step
Niggas had to you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your Guard ain't hard
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 white men can't dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In of that store 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 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 rollin so that's a up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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