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 this
Seem like the whole go against me
Every time I'm in the 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 grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d I run, my nigga"

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

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

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

Real simple and
I'mma you some lessons about the street
It nothin' but a Compton thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the car crash
Hit the light pole two 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 because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a the third Saturday I clocked in
tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in
And they wonder why I smoke now
Imagine if your blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that a promise to see you bleeding
You know the but still won't ever know my life
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

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

I'm in the hood
Loc that's cool
The hood took me under so I follow the
But that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood
Couple of IV's with the spraycan
Shots in the crowd everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, regulators in the
Down the boulevard with the grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap yeah, it's so real
Deal with the outcome, a in the hand
And a bird and 10 where a motherfucker stand

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

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, you holding it for? 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 and drink that."