Luyện nghe bài hát m.A.A.d city

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

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

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

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

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[MC
yo punk ass up!
It ain't but a Compton thang

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

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high grad
in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I him
Security guard for a and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I in
Projects up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine in marijuana
And they why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we even
I made allegiance that made a to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas been shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, nakeds
Dip, make a nigga
Cluck heads all up and down the block and
One crooked and shit
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's

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

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you me?
Or see me to be Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and Now & Laters to eat
If I all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation can sleep
dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill them all if gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of a lie, drown their body with toxins
drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and out that bitch with deposits
And the on his head, the tithes 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 ain't the one that got fucked up, you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."