Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and all got along
They'd gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go me
time I'm in the street 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: Kendrick
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin 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, ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned with his brains blown out
At the same burger where --- hang out
Now this is not a recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was at him different
That was back when I was
packed the nine
Pakistan on every is fine
We adapt to crime, a van with four guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin'
Pickin' off you suckers, a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of comin from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma when 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 that
You wind up on the news
no peace treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
IV's on top of
the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that
Make sure your correct
Make sure corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our except
we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
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 you some lessons about the street
It ain't but a Compton thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school cause I was a school grad
Sleeping in the room in my momma's pad
Reality I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I him
Security guard for a month and ended up
In fact I got fired I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get up
Cocaine laced in
And wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the
I was straight tweaking the next we broke even
I made allegiance that made a to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human

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

I'm in the hood
Loc yeah that's
The took 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 colors is the same thing
it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the lately
Couple of IV's the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street I crave
Shots hit the enemy, turn brave
Mount up, in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a cause yeah, it's so real
Deal the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's a motherfucker stand

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you in the street
With a basketball and some Now & 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 next maybe can sleep
With of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the hostage
Kill them all if 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 this flame
arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept 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 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, ain't no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay and drink that."