Luyện nghe bài hát Westside, Right On Time

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

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

[Hook: 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 with you though
When my hood, to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a way from the ghetto dawg but
Westside, right on time, thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, through your door uhh

2: Young Jeezy]
I woke up morning like fuck the world
Been hustlin' since I was 12, man I've been hell
Now motherfuckers is tryna' tell me I don't care
Trying to tell y'all look y'all wasn't there
Turn up on the block, waiting for mail
For my niggas up in the county, praying for bail
Could have cost your boy everything, man it wasn't
Coming for a nigga don't sleep, shit for the weak
Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I the check mane
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 with an ass, I you ho
First them bitches see me, I'm gone, I'm pluto
I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno
Brown bag full of baby, MCM
they ask me my name I tell 'em MC him, straight up

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

[Verse 3: Kendrick
All I ever wanted was a dollar and hundreds
And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled I my tongue in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop on my stereo
Some British Knights or LA with glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket
I would love a full 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 Quik on cassette
Twenty later, "Hi hater, I'm the fucking best"