Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

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

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

[Hook: Lamar]
"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"

1: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip memory lane
is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major
Not the sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
Hope can slow dance 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 lookin at him
That was back when I was
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't up you fuckin' punk?
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a or die or sucker punch
A of bullets 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 back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo in that noose
You wind up on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just
BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of
on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes
When we in and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep a Tec
Go buy a and have a doctor on speed 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 and plain
I'mma teach you some about the street
It ain't nothin' but a thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living in my momma's pad
Reality I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and
My Pops said I a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a and ended up leaving
In fact I got because I was inspired by all of my friends
To a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang get thrown up
laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you
You know the reasons but still ever know my life
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas mixing shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, butt
Dip, make a nigga
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One crooked and shit
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

I'm in the hood
Loc yeah 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 that rep is doing the same thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IV's the fucking spraycan
in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, regulators in the
Down the boulevard the pistol grip
Trip, we in the still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so
Deal the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 where a motherfucker stand

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the
With a basketball and Now & Laters 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 or doctor
of boy with 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 watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the is aim and
They bang it and slide out bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the
I inside the belly of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Dust, what

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