Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

If Pirus and all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this
Seem like the whole city go me
time I'm in the street I hear

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Hook: Lamar]
"Man
you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, you from, my nigga?"
"Where grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d I run, my nigga"

[Verse 1: Kendrick
Brace yourself, take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo
Uh, and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow with society
The driver the first one to get killed
Seen a nigga with his brains blown out
At the same stand where --- hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder that he did it
But since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on porch is fine
We adapt to crime, a van with four guns at a time
With the door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin'
up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or punch
A wall of bullets from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin' the lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. yo truce
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up on the news
Ain't no treaty, just pieces
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that
Make sure your correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

Q]
"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

[MC
Wake yo ass up!
It ain't nothin' but a Compton

Real simple and
I'mma teach you some lessons the street
It ain't but a Compton thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my pad
struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and
My Pops I needed a job I thought I believed him
Security for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got because I was inspired by all of my friends
To a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get up
laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the
I was tweaking the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human

[Mc
Cocaine, weed
Niggas been shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, nakeds
Dip, a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One time's crooked and
Block a in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

I'm still in the
Loc yeah that's
The hood took me under so I the rules
But yeah like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood
Couple of IV's with the spraycan
Shots in the crowd everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
Mount up, in the whip
Down the boulevard the pistol grip
Trip, we in the still
So loc, grab a cause yeah, it's so real
Deal the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where a motherfucker

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent you seen in the street
a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great
And safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the hostage
Kill all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch with
And the price on his head, the probably go to the projects
I live inside the of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust,

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, ain't no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and that."