Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and Crips all got
They'd probably gun me by the end of this song
like the whole city 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, I'll take you on a trip memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin or move cocaine
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, ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and
euphoria can slow dance with society
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains out
At the same stand where --- hang out
Now this is not a recorder saying that he did it
But ever since day, I was lookin at him different
was back when I was nine
Joey the nine
on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with guns at a time
the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you punk?
Pickin' up the 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 hell broke
You killed my cousin in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no peace treaty, just
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the sheets the Isleys
When you hop on trolley
Make your colors correct
Make sure corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest 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
Wake yo ass up!
It ain't nothin' but a thang

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

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 the white car crash
Hit the pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I him
guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my
To a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely now
Imagine if your first blunt had you at the mouth
I was straight the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but won't ever know my life
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

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

I'm still in the
Loc yeah cool
The hood took me so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where bang
And niggas that rep is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can 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, hearts turn
Mount up, in the whip
Down the boulevard with the grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, a strap cause yeah, it's so real
with the outcome, a strap in the hand
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 innocent Kendrick you seen in the
With a basketball and some Now & to eat
If I all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great
And it's safe to say that our generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac
Kill them all if they gossip, the of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, their body with toxins
drinking and drive, hit the powder 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 on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I live the belly 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, what you holding it for? always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? even trip, just lay back and drink that."