Luyện nghe bài hát Westside, Right On Time

[Intro: The Sylvers & Lamar]
of joy
Can be far out
Through the of you
be troubled and bustled and scorned for your love
Canei Fitch on the
the headphones up, Ali
we go!

[Verse 1: Lamar]
I woke up this morning my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said all y'all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma that girl
Good Kid, m.A.A.d watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these
Fucking right it's either that or sentences
I'm relatives Benjamin
I to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent
Now the fuck is up I'm at your neck like a pendleton
Nigga I need that bitch I need
24 acres & a best believe that
say he got smoked like where the weed at
And everything you hope bitch we that
Pockets on Price back when it was '95
Buy a strap and then we cock it when it's uncircumcised
Write a rap on how we just react when shotty hit the
Give you dap and then we slide through your hood 3 dozen
So what's good I'm for a pedicure
pussy that pop, preferably the kind that don't stink
Uhh, Bomb ass head uhh she can't blink
And her eyes get watery you gotta me

[Hook: Lamar]
I'm so damn turnt, wheelin' in a two with two hoes that follow me
And you know Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes
Eastside, right on time, they fuck with you though
When my hood, to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the dawg but
Westside, on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, through your door uhh

[Verse 2: Young
I woke up this morning like fuck the
Been hustlin' since I was 12, man I've been through
Now these motherfuckers is tryna' me I don't care
Trying to tell y'all muthafuckas look y'all wasn't
posted up on the block, waiting for mail
For my niggas posted up in the county, for bail
Could have cost boy everything, man it wasn't cheap
for a nigga just don't sleep, shit for the weak
Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I count the mane
Cuz every time I speak you hear my Malcolm X
Now them go up on that Lamb, they like judo
Don't you like your bitches an ass, I like you ho
First them see me, I'm gone, I'm like pluto
Plus I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars
Brown bag full of baby, MCM
When they ask me my I tell 'em MC him, straight up

[Bridge: Lamar]
All praise go to the most
All fades turn into a
Part ways from the streets, after fucking police guaranteed
nigga that did that died -- don't you, don't you, don't you
Wanna where the AK, go for only 8k
Minus 6 racks, one on top of that
Melee, stomp him out then him out like a date rape
Daytonas bending every while they say

[Verse 3: Kendrick
All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and
And my teacher as my woman, she smiled I stick my tongue in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop on my stereo
Some British Knights or LA Gears with lights or Perry Ellis jacket
I would love a swapmeet of Chevrolets in candy paint
wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
A DPGC concert and a DJ song on cassette
Twenty years later, "Hi hater, I'm the best"