Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and Crips all got
probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go me
Every time I'm in the street I

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"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 take you on a trip down lane
is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
This is and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo
Uh, warriors and
euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get
Seen a light-skinned with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand --- hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying he did it
But ever since that day, I was at him different
That was when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every porch is
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a
With the sliding door, is up?
you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin'
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or punch
A of bullets comin from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin' the free
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my cousin in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no peace treaty, just
BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that
sure your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no
You backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

[MC
yo punk ass up!
It ain't nothin' but a Compton

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school cause I was a school grad
in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality I seen the white car crash
Hit the pole two nigga's hopped 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 because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get up
Cocaine laced in
And they wonder why I smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you at the mouth
I was straight the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't know 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
heads all up and down the block and shit
One time's and shit
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

I'm still in the
Loc yeah that's
The hood took me so I follow the rules
But yeah that's me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
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
in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street I crave
hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, in the whip
the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap yeah, it's so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the
And a bird and 10 where 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 in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great
And it's safe to say our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a 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, their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the is aim and
They it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I inside 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, you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."