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

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"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 crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and pain
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, warriors and
Hope euphoria can dance with society
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his blown out
At the same burger where --- hang out
Now this is not a tape saying that he did it
But ever since day, I was lookin at him different
That was when I was nine
packed the nine
Pakistan on porch is fine
We adapt to crime, a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the pump
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 we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke
You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of
on top of IV's
Obviously the between the sheets like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make sure colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling mother collect
They say the collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

[MC
Wake yo ass up!
It ain't but a Compton thang

Real and plain
I'mma teach you some lessons about the
It nothin' but a Compton thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school
Sleeping in the living room in my pad
Reality I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on 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 inspired by all of my
To stage a robbery the third I clocked in
Projects up, gang signs get thrown up
laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely now
Imagine if your blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was tweaking the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still ever know my life
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

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

I'm still in the
Loc that's cool
The took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah 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 drive-bys in the lately
Couple of IV's the fucking spraycan
in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn
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 and 10 grand's where a motherfucker stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you me?
Or see me to be Kendrick you seen 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 intelligence now is great
And safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch with
And the price on his head, the probably go to the projects
I live inside the of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Dust, what

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 good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay and drink that."