Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If and Crips 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 I hear

Q]
"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[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"

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

Q]
"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

[MC
Wake yo ass up!
It ain't nothin' but a thang

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

How we do

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

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas been mixing shit since the loc
Sherm sticks, nakeds
Dip, a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One crooked and shit
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

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 up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can on me
A drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, in the whip
the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a cause yeah, it's so real
Deal with the outcome, a in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where a motherfucker

[Kendrick
If I told you I killed a at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you in the street
With a basketball and Now & Laters to eat
If I all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say our next generation maybe can sleep
With of being a lawyer or doctor
of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the
I live the belly 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 Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and that."