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
like the whole city go against me
Every 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: Kendrick
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and Cognac and major pain
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, warriors and
Hope euphoria can slow dance society
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga his brains blown out
At the same stand where --- hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder that he did it
But ever since day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was
Joey packed the
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four at a time
the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin' 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 momma said when we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke
You my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that
You wind up on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
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 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 tragic happens, that ain't no threat
You movin if you suggest that you sleep with 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 simple and
I'mma teach you some lessons about the
It nothin' but a Compton thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high grad
in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I I believed him
Security guard for a and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang get thrown up
laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely 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 to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't know my life
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

[Mc
Cocaine, weed
Niggas been shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, butt
Dip, a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the and shit
One time's and shit
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

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

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, 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?
Would you say my now is great relief?
And safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch flame
That arrive in his eye; a coward, the concept is aim and
bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the
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 acting and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay and drink that."