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
Turn the up, Ali
we go!

[Verse 1: Kendrick
I woke up this morning with my dick on
Didn't know why 'til I 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 in these sentences
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 what the is up I'm at your neck like a pendleton
Nigga I that bitch I need that
24 acres & a mule best that
They say he got smoked where the weed at
And everything you hope 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
you dap and then we slide through your hood 3 dozen times
So what's I'm looking for a pedicure
Pink pussy that pop, the kind that don't stink
Uhh, Bomb ass head uhh 'til she can't
And her eyes get watery you pardon me

Kendrick Lamar]
I'm so damn turnt, wheelin' in a two door with two that follow me
And you Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos
Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you
When my hood, getting to the money, the pedal broke
Came a long way from the ghetto but
Westside, right on time, only fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunnin' through your uhh

[Verse 2: Young
I woke up this morning like fuck the
hustlin' since 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, waiting for
For my posted up in the county, praying for bail
Could have cost 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 the check mane
Cuz every I speak you hear 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 bitches see me, I'm gone, I'm like pluto
Plus I keep choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno
bag full of cash 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 fucking police guaranteed
Last nigga that did that died -- don't you, you, don't you
Wanna live the AK, go for only 8k
6 racks, minus one on top of that
Melee, him out then drug him out like a date rape
Daytonas bending every while they say

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