Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and all got along
They'd gun me down by the end of this song
Seem the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street I

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[Hook: Kendrick
"Man
you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, you from, my nigga?"
"Where grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d I run, my nigga"

[Verse 1: Kendrick
Brace yourself, take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
This is cul-de-sac and plenty and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and
Hope euphoria can dance with society
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger where --- hang out
Now this is not a recorder saying that he did it
But since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back I was nine
Joey packed the
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, a van with four guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin'
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker
A wall of comin from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma when we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my cousin in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo in that noose
You up dead on the news
Ain't no treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the
When you hop on trolley
Make your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no
You movin backwards if you suggest that you with a Tec
Go buy a and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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[MC
yo punk ass up!
It nothin' but a Compton thang

Real simple and
I'mma teach you some about the street
It ain't nothin' but a thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Fresh outta school cause I was a school grad
Sleeping in the living in my momma's pad
struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I I believed him
guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired because I was by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the Saturday I clocked in
tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they wonder why I smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the
I was straight tweaking the weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you
You know the reasons but still won't ever my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas mixing shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, nakeds
Dip, make a flip
Cluck heads all up and down the and shit
One time's crooked and
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's

I'm still in the
Loc that's cool
The hood took me so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the where they bang
And niggas rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can on me
A couple drive-bys in the lately
Couple of IV's with the fucking
Shots in the crowd then ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I
Shots hit the enemy, turn brave
Mount up, in the whip
Down the with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap yeah, it's so real
with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a and 10 grand's where a motherfucker stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now & to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is relief?
And it's safe to say our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
Instead of boy a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch flame
That arrive in his eye; a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that with deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes go to the projects
I live inside the of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an on Angel Dust, what

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, ain't no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't trip, just lay back and drink that."