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 are against the
interests of all our people and cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told all along Crenshaw 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...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues in this....) Make it rough
(We have fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
up dust is a must
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell,
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi and surely
knows 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, day feral
Now zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to this muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, it
but all you could call me was
Regret it-nope, it-yep
to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, Bush a push
But National 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 white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Betty Crocker, and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube 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 heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg the double eyed buckshot
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
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 police
The super duper nigga buck
We had to this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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