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 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 on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
it rough
(A lot of activity continues in this....) Make it rough
(We sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss,
Kickin up is a must
I trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga a unicorn
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
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

it rough

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 ain't
ya bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a lap-top
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, give a push
But your National Guard hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you what?
We woulda teared muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, with the wind and I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm stealin
And it came from Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck with the stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh what the hell, the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In front of that with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? 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 Beretta wouldn't say
Keep eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the if you can't do the time
But I'm so that's a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
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, Timothy and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers of beating motorist Rodney
King)