Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and all got along
They'd gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go me
Every I'm in the street I hear

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

[Hook: Lamar]
"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, take you on a trip down memory 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 stress that weighin' on 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 driver seat the one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains out
At the burger stand where --- hang out
Now this is not a tape saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was at him different
That was when I was nine
packed the nine
Pakistan on porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van four guns at a time
the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin'
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or punch
A wall of bullets comin
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 dead on the
Ain't no treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the
you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be your mother collect
say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit no threat
You backwards 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

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

(static)

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

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
outta school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my pad
Reality struck I seen the white car
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on and dashed
My said I needed a job I thought I believed him
Security for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I in
Projects tore up, gang get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they wonder why I smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke
I made that made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's sacrifice

[Mc
Cocaine, weed
Niggas been mixing shit the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, nakeds
Dip, make a nigga
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 under so I the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they
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 lately
Couple of with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I
Shots hit the enemy, turn brave
up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol
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 stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the
With a basketball and some Now & to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the
Would you say my intelligence now is relief?
And safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
of boy with a chopper that 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 body with toxins
Constantly and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch deposits
And the price on his head, the probably go to the projects
I live inside the of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Dust, what

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You the one that got fucked up, what 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 back and that."