Bài hát m.A.A.d city Báo Lỗi

Part 1


[Bridge]

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down

By the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street

I hear

YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!


[Hook]

Man down, where you from, nigga?

Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?

Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?

This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga


[Verse 1]

Brace yourself

I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack

Or move cocaine

This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac

And major pain

Not the drill sergeant

But the stress that weighin' on your brain

It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan

YG Lucky

Ride down Rosecrans

It got ugly

Waving your hand

Out the window – Check yourself, uh

Warriors and Conans

Hope euphoria can slow dance

With society

The driver seat

The first one to get killed

Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

At the same burger stand where *beep* hang out

Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it

But ever since that day, I was looking at him different

That was back when I was nine

Joey packed the nine

Pakistan on every porch is fine

We adapt to crime

Pack a van with four guns at a time

With the sliding door

Fuck is up?

Fuck you shooting for

If you ain't walking up

You fucking punk?

Picking up the fucking pump

Picking off you suckers

Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets coming from

AKs, ARs – Aye y'all, duck

That's what momma said

When we was eating the free lunch

Aw man, goddamn

All hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in '94

Fuck your truce

Now crawl your head in that noose

You wind up dead on the news

Ain't no peace treaty

Just pieces BG's up to pre-approve

Bodies on top of bodies

IVs on top of IVs

Obviously the coroner

Between the sheets like the Isleys

When you hop on that trolley

Make sure your colors correct

Make sure you're corporate

Or they'll be calling your mother collect

They say the governor collect

All of our taxes, except

When we in traffic and tragic happens

That shit ain't no threat

You moving backwards if you suggest

That you sleep with a TEC

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor

On speed dial, I guess

M.A.A.d city


[Hook + Bridge]