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 song
like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the I hear

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

[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]
yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down
It got ugly, waving your out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and
Hope can slow dance with society
The driver the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned with his brains blown out
At the burger stand where --- hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder that he did it
But ever that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back I was nine
packed the nine
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four 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 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 broke loose
You my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now yo head in that noose
You wind up on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just
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 correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling mother collect
say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and happens, that shit ain't no threat
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

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

(static)

[MC
yo punk 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 Compton

How we do

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

[Mc
Cocaine, weed
Niggas been shit since the 80's loc
sticks, butt nakeds
Dip, make a flip
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One time's crooked and
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

I'm still in the
Loc that's cool
The hood me under so I follow the rules
But that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep is doing the same thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple in the hood lately
of IV's with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then ran
Crew I'm slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, regulators in the
Down the boulevard 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 grand's a motherfucker stand

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you in the street
a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my now is great relief?
And it's to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch flame
arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that 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. Me an Angel on Angel 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, lay back and drink that."