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 peace are the
interests of all our and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw that there's a series of
fires. A lot of looting is on. A disaster 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 sporadic throughout the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up is a must
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his throat 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?" then
Make him eat the barrel, modern day
Now he's zipped up like tuscadero
Pretty soon catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta
Stick prick, ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two dazed niggas in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear muthafucka up

Make it

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin
Niggas buyin
ya story me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
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 ain't
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know
We woulda this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men dunk
Now I'm blunts
And it from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice lucked out
My nigga had his out, didn't get stuck out
In of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? Surplus got the
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the
Got the Mossberg with the eyed buckshot
for Darryl 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 a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police
The super duper nigga that'll
We had to tear muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

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

(*newsreader*)

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