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
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 grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d I run, my nigga"

1: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
This is cul-de-sac and Cognac and major pain
Not the sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. 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 brains out
At the same burger stand where --- out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin at him
was back when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin'
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a or die or sucker punch
A wall of comin 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 hell broke
You my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that
You up dead on the news
Ain't no treaty, just pieces
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on trolley
Make sure your colors
Make sure you're corporate, or be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our except
When we in traffic and 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 on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

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

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Fresh outta school I was a high school grad
in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops I needed a job I thought I believed him
guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired because I was by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I in
Projects tore up, signs get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely now
Imagine if your blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next we broke even
I allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's sacrifice

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas been shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, nakeds
Dip, make a nigga
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One time's and shit
Block a in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's

I'm still in the
Loc that's cool
The hood me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the lately
Couple of IV's with the spraycan
Shots in the then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, turn brave
Mount up, in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol
Trip, we in the still
So loc, a strap cause yeah, it's so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the
And a bird and 10 grand's where a stand

Lamar]
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 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 can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
Instead of boy with a chopper hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch flame
That arrive in his this a coward, the concept is aim and
They it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an 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 trip, just lay back and drink that."