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 of the peace 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 that they all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it
(A lot of activity here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires the city of Los Angeles)

1:

Not the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood niggas will be
than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a
I can't trust a in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a
Vaugn, wicked, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin and I smile
Go to Simi 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
him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon catch Sergeant Coon
him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain't
Introduce his ass to the dick
Two niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to this muthafucka up

it rough

2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut
Now he nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, lyin
Niggas buyin
ya bore me
Taerin up shit fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a computer
I told you all what and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was
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 stop me cos you know
We woulda this muthafucka up

Huh, it rough!
Huh Muggs, it rough!

3:

It's on, gone 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 the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall
Oh what the hell, throw the
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube out
My nigga had his truck out, get stuck out
In of that store 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 with the eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like wouldn't say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a
Don't do the if you can't do the time
But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up
The Hogan's spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
up police killer
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 Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist
King)