Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and Crips all got
They'd probably gun me down by the end of song
Seem the whole city go against me
time 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: Lamar]
yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major 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 can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get
Seen a nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where --- out
Now this is not a tape recorder that he did it
But ever that day, I was lookin at him different
was back when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every porch is
We adapt to crime, pack a van four guns 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 wall of 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 hell broke
You killed my cousin back in '94. yo truce
Now yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the
no peace treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that
Make sure your colors
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother
say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a and have 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 ain't nothin' but a thang

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the room in my momma's pad
struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and up leaving
In fact I got fired I was inspired by all of my friends
To a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, signs get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you 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 still won't know my life
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

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

I'm in the hood
Loc yeah that's
The took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the lately
of IV's with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the then everybody ran
I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, turn brave
up, regulators in the whip
Down the with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the
And a bird and 10 grand's 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 basketball and some Now & to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great
And it's to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a or doctor
Instead of boy with a 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 with
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder watch this flame
arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out bitch with deposits
And the on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
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 for? Niggas always 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."