Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of song
Seem like the whole city go me
Every I'm in the street I hear

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

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

[Verse 1: Kendrick
Brace yourself, I'll you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and
Hope euphoria can slow with society
The driver the first one to get killed
a light-skinned 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 ever since that day, I was at him different
was back when I was nine
Joey packed the
Pakistan on every porch is
We to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, is up?
Fuck you for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin' the free
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors
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 suggest that you with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

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

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my pad
Reality struck I seen the car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I him
guard for a month and ended up leaving
In I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third I clocked in
Projects tore up, signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in
And they why I rarely smoke now
if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we even
I made allegiance that a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever my life
Kendrick AKA human sacrifice

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

I'm in the hood
Loc yeah cool
The hood took me under so I follow the
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood they bang
And niggas that rep 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 I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn
up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a cause yeah, it's so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the
And a bird and 10 grand's a motherfucker stand

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