Luyện nghe bài hát Westside, Right On Time

[Intro: The & Kendrick Lamar]
of joy
Can be far out
Through the of you
I'll be troubled and bustled and scorned for love
Canei on the beat
Turn the up, Ali
we go!

[Verse 1: Lamar]
I woke up this morning my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma that girl
Good Kid, m.A.A.d city watch my day
I put my life in sentences
Fucking right either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with
I to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent
Now the fuck is up I'm at your neck like a pendleton
I need that bitch I need that
24 acres & a mule believe that
They say he got smoked where the weed at
And everything you hope bitch we that
Pockets on Price back when it was '95
Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it's
Write a rap on how we just react shotty hit the spine
Give you dap and then we slide through your 3 dozen times
So what's good I'm looking for a
Pink that pop, preferably the kind that don't stink
Uhh, ass head uhh 'til she can't blink
And her eyes get watery you gotta me

Kendrick Lamar]
I'm so damn turnt, wheelin' in a two door with two hoes that me
And you know Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes
Eastside, right on time, they fuck with you though
When my hood, to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto but
Westside, on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunnin' through your uhh

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I woke up morning like fuck the world
Been hustlin' since I was 12, man I've been hell
Now these is tryna' tell me I don't care
Trying to tell y'all muthafuckas look y'all there
Turn posted up on the block, waiting for
For my niggas up in the county, praying for bail
Could have cost your boy everything, man it wasn't
Coming for a nigga just don't sleep, shit for the
Got on my X frames, now I count the check mane
Cuz every I speak you hear my Malcolm X pain
Now them doors go up on that Lamb, they like
you like your bitches with an ass, I like you ho
First them see me, I'm gone, I'm like pluto
Plus I them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno
Brown bag of cash baby, MCM
When they ask me my name I 'em MC him, straight up

[Bridge: Kendrick
All praise go to the most
All fades turn into a
Part ways from the streets, after fucking with guaranteed
Last nigga that did that -- don't you, don't you, don't you
live where the AK, go for only 8k
Minus 6 racks, one on top of that
Melee, stomp him out then drug him out like a date
bending every corner while they say

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