Luyện nghe bài hát Westside, Right On Time

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

[Verse 1: Kendrick
I woke up morning with my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that
Good Kid, m.A.A.d city watch my day
I put my life in these
Fucking right it's either that or sentences
I'm with Benjamin
I used to give a about my luck when I was innocent
Now what the is up I'm at your neck like a pendleton
Nigga I need that bitch I that
24 acres & a mule best believe
They say he got smoked like the weed at
And everything you hope bitch we that
Pockets on Kelly back when it was '95
Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it's
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 good I'm looking for a pedicure
Pink pussy that pop, preferably the kind don't stink
Uhh, Bomb ass head uhh she can't blink
And her eyes get watery you gotta me

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

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

[Bridge: Lamar]
All praise go to the high
All fades turn a drive-by
Part ways the streets, after fucking with police guaranteed
Last that did that died -- don't you, don't you, don't you
Wanna live the AK, go for only 8k
6 racks, minus one on top of that
Melee, stomp him out drug him out like a date rape
Daytonas 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 smiled I stick my in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my
Some British Knights or LA Gears glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket
I would love a swapmeet full of Chevrolets in candy
That's wet with 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"