Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the are against the
interests of all our people and cannot be permitted)
(The jury 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 going on. A area 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 sporadic fires throughout the of Los Angeles)

1:

Not guilty the devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the then niggas will be
hotter than pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a cracker in a blue
Stick a nigga a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin 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 wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, day feral
Now he's zipped up like tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40
Two dazed layin in the cut
To get some we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas ain't
ya story me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters,
Now I got a lap-top
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 black boots as I
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a
But your National Guard hard
You had to get Rodney to me cos you know 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 blunts
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and
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
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the crime if you do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the by the Sizzler
Hittin up killer
The duper nigga that'll buck
We had to tear muthafucka 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)