Luyện nghe bài hát Westside, Right On Time

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

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

[Hook: Lamar]
I'm so damn turnt, in a two door with two hoes that follow me
And you know Westside, right on time, tell 'em kudos
Eastside, right on time, don't fuck with you though
When my hood, to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a way from the ghetto dawg but
Westside, on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunnin' through your uhh

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

[Bridge: Lamar]
All praise go to the high
All fades turn a drive-by
Part ways from the streets, after fucking police guaranteed
Last that did that died -- don't you, don't you, don't you
live where the AK, go for only 8k
Minus 6 racks, minus one on top of
Melee, stomp him out then drug him out like a rape
Daytonas every corner while they say

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