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 the whole city go against me
Every I'm in the street I hear

Q]
"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"

1: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down lane
This is not a rap on how I'm crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major
Not the drill sergeant, but the that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down
It got ugly, waving hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and
Hope euphoria can slow dance with
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where --- out
Now this is not a recorder saying that he did it
But since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was
packed the nine
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with guns at a time
With the sliding door, is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin' the lunch
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no peace treaty, just
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the
you hop on that trolley
Make sure 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 traffic and tragic happens, shit ain't no threat
You movin if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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

(static)

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

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh school cause I was a high school grad
in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car
Hit the pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I him
Security guard for a 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 tore up, gang signs get 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 weekend we even
I made allegiance made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA human sacrifice

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

I'm still in the
Loc yeah that's
The hood me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the where they bang
And niggas rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood
of IV's with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, in the whip
Down the boulevard the pistol grip
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 where a motherfucker

[Kendrick
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 mentioned all of my skeletons, would you in the seat?
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that the cul-de-sac hostage
them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of a lie, drown their body with toxins
drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the probably go to the projects
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 got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting 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."