Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

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

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

[Hook: Lamar]
"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 you on a trip down 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 drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down
It got ugly, waving your out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance society
The driver the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his blown out
At the same burger stand where --- out
Now this is not a tape recorder that he did it
But since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every is fine
We to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't up you fuckin' punk?
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what said when we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo
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 coroner the sheets like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make sure colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or be calling your mother collect
They say the collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no
You movin backwards if you suggest 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
Wake yo ass up!
It ain't but a Compton thang

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Fresh outta school cause I was a school grad
Sleeping in the living in my momma's pad
struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I 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 Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, signs get thrown up
laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the
I was straight the next weekend we broke even
I made that made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever know my
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas been mixing shit the 80's loc
sticks, butt nakeds
Dip, a nigga flip
heads all up and down the block and shit
One time's and shit
Block a in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's

I'm still in the
Loc yeah cool
The hood me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same
Pass it to the so I can smoke 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, turn brave
up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol
Trip, we in the still
So loc, grab a cause yeah, it's so real
with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's a motherfucker stand

Lamar]
If I told you I a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the
a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
Instead of boy a chopper that hold 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 with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the 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 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, that no word.)
Nigga, up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."