Kendrick Lamar Feat MC eiht - m.A.A.d City (slowed)

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  • Опубліковано 17 лис 2024

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  • @a.ibiggie7788
    @a.ibiggie7788 6 років тому +12

    Kendrick💪🏾💪🏾🔥🔥

  • @insane9119
    @insane9119 4 роки тому +4

    5:51

  • @eminem-cc3zj
    @eminem-cc3zj 5 років тому +4

    duaga1 and jontron the end of song

  • @nishacooly98
    @nishacooly98 5 років тому

    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!"
    "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"
    Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
    This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
    This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
    Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
    It was Me, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?], YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
    It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
    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 hang out
    Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it
    But ever since that day, I was lookin 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 shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?
    Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
    Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
    A wall of bullets comin' from
    AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
    That's what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
    Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
    You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce
    Now crawl yo 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
    IV's on top of IV's
    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 movin 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
    "Man down
    Where you from, nigga?"
    "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
    "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?