Luyện nghe bài hát Westside, Right On Time

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

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

[Hook: Lamar]
I'm so damn turnt, in a two door with two hoes that follow me
And you know Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes
Eastside, right on time, don't fuck with you though
When my hood, getting to the money, the never broke
Came a long way the ghetto dawg but
Westside, right on time, thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunnin' through your uhh

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

[Bridge: Kendrick
All praise go to the high
All fades turn a drive-by
Part ways from the streets, after with police guaranteed
Last nigga that did that died -- you, don't you, don't you
live 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
bending every corner while they say

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