Luyện nghe bài hát We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

(*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, and good order will be maintained in our city 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 found that were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A area obviously)
(The jury that 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 the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then will be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a cracker in a blue
Stick a like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and
knows the address of the jury
Pay a visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up leather tuscadero
Pretty we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him broom
prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he ain't nothin but food for the
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
ain't buyin
ya story me
Taerin up with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all happened and you heard it, read it
but all you call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, it-yep
Listen to my big boots as I step
had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't
You had to get to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this 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 Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Bill
Oh the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get out
In front of that with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and 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 spotted the gorilla by the
Hittin up police
The super duper that'll buck
We had to tear this up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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