Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me 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: 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"

[Verse 1: Kendrick
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
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 ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo
Uh, warriors and
euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get
Seen a light-skinned 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 that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was
Joey packed the
Pakistan on every porch is
We adapt to crime, pack a van four guns at a time
the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the pump
Pickin' off you suckers, a dick or die or sucker punch
A of bullets comin 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 in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo in that noose
You up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner the sheets like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make sure your correct
Make sure corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the collect, all of our taxes except
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 chopper and have a 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
teach you some lessons about the street
It nothin' but a Compton thang

How we do

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

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

I'm still in the
Loc yeah that's
The took me under so I follow the rules
But that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas rep colors is doing the same thing
it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood
Couple of IV's with the fucking
Shots in the crowd then ran
I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, turn brave
Mount up, in the whip
the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the still
So loc, a strap cause yeah, it's so real
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 Kendrick you seen in the street
With a and some 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 that our next generation maybe can
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper hold the cul-de-sac hostage
them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown body with 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 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. Me an Angel 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, up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."