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 go against me
Every time I'm in the street I

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[Hook: Kendrick
"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"

[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 cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and pain
Not the sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
Hope euphoria can dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get
Seen a light-skinned nigga his brains blown out
At the same burger where --- hang out
Now is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since 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, pack a van four guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you walkin' up you fuckin' punk?
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker
A wall of bullets from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin' the lunch
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the between the sheets like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make sure your correct
Make sure corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep a Tec
Go buy a and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Fresh school cause I was a high school grad
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 foot and
My Pops said I needed a job I I believed him
Security 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 Saturday I in
Projects up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they wonder why I smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you at the mouth
I was tweaking the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you
You know the reasons but still won't ever know my
AKA Compton's human sacrifice

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

I'm still in the
Loc yeah cool
The hood took me so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the 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 hood
Couple of with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, in the whip
the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, a strap cause yeah, it's so real
Deal the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 where a motherfucker stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent you seen in the street
With a and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, you jump in the seat?
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body with
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out bitch with deposits
And the on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Dust, what

Nigga Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, ain't no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."