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
Seem like the whole city go me
time I'm in the street I hear

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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 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 sergeant, but the stress that weighin' 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, warriors and
euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains out
At the same burger 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 when I was
Joey packed the
on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, a van with four guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the pump
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 killed my cousin in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the
When you hop on that
Make your colors correct
sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes
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 doctor on 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 and plain
I'mma teach you some lessons the street
It ain't nothin' but a Compton

How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Fresh school cause I was a high school grad
in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I 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
laced in marijuana
And they why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the
I was straight the next weekend we broke even
I made that made a promise to see you bleeding
You the reasons but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA human sacrifice

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

I'm still in the
Loc yeah cool
The hood me under so I follow the rules
But yeah like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can on me
A couple in the hood lately
Couple of IV's with the fucking
Shots in the crowd everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn
Mount up, regulators in the
Down the with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, so real
with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where a stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I killed a at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be Kendrick you seen in the street
With a and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
Instead of boy with a chopper that the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, their body with toxins
drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the is aim and
They bang it and slide out bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the
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 it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."