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 this
Seem like the city go against me
Every time I'm in the street I

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[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]
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 plenty and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger where --- hang out
Now is not a tape 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
With the sliding door, is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you punk?
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets 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 loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. yo truce
Now crawl yo head in noose
You up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the between the sheets like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make sure your correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother
They say the governor collect, all of our except
we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you that 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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[MC
yo punk ass up!
It ain't nothin' but a thang

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car
Hit the light pole two hopped out on foot and dashed
My said I needed a job I thought I believed him
guard 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
tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke
I made allegiance made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's sacrifice

[Mc
Cocaine, weed
Niggas been mixing shit the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, butt
Dip, make a flip
Cluck heads all up and down the and shit
One crooked and shit
Block a in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's

I'm in the hood
Loc yeah that's
The took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood
Couple of with the fucking spraycan
in the crowd then 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 the pistol grip
Trip, we in the still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so
Deal with the outcome, a in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where a motherfucker

[Kendrick
If I you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you in the street
With a basketball and Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, you jump in the seat?
Would you say my now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that 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
drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this 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. Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, ain't no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and that."