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 bustled and scorned for love
Canei Fitch on the
Turn the up, Ali
we go!

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Lamar]
All I wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds
And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled I stick my in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Doggy on my stereo
Some Knights or LA Gears 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
years later, "Hi hater, I'm the fucking best"