Bruh play this at 1.25 and Kendrick sounds like a demon
@KeerstinWeikel.3 жыл бұрын
its the normal version.
@griddydiddy2 жыл бұрын
@@KeerstinWeikel. nah
@nibblingconscience Жыл бұрын
@@griddydiddy yeah
@nicolavalente63583 жыл бұрын
1:18 goosepumps everytime This part is underrated
@abdennour87 Жыл бұрын
Fr
@genius2782 Жыл бұрын
That was back when I was 9 joey packed the .9
@hl33014 жыл бұрын
BURAYA GELDIYSEN CIDDEN MUZIK ZEVKIN HARIKADIR
@chain7714 жыл бұрын
Peki
@NisaAckles4 жыл бұрын
eyv kardesim
@rebornclub31394 жыл бұрын
np
@atakan434 жыл бұрын
ok boomer ..
@habnetkarakemal37064 жыл бұрын
Eyv
@berkayyjpg57374 жыл бұрын
This m.a.a.d city
@alexlawler49642 жыл бұрын
m a n d o w n
@kiroden35829 күн бұрын
@@alexlawler4964 M a n d o w n
@LILGHETTI Жыл бұрын
Happy 10th anniversary to Good Kid Maad City 🔥 West coast anthem
@Th33.G0bl1n12 күн бұрын
5:44 sends chills down my spine
@jasminmorley4 жыл бұрын
thank you 🙏🏻
@Mc-bobby4 жыл бұрын
Je pense que c'est une des meilleurs façon d'admirer ce son 👌🤤
@slsgcajfpapbrb18403 жыл бұрын
ENFIN UN FRANCAIS
@mnss60992 жыл бұрын
@@slsgcajfpapbrb1840 grave
@mariaarmentaangarita93783 жыл бұрын
Wow Nice This Song🔊🎶🎧😍💜
@KeerstinWeikel.3 жыл бұрын
the people who disliked only like HUMBLE.
@onlyastranger71752 жыл бұрын
Lyrics: 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, L Boog, and Yan Yan, 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' that 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 piecin' Bgs 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 color's 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?" "This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga" 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! Wake yo' punk ass up! It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain "Let me teach you some lessons about the street (Smoke somethin', nigga) Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah) Ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea (we got five on it) How we do Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad Reality struck I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz) My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?) Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah) Cocaine, weed Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip Make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood Loc yeah that's cool (chyea) The hood took me under so I follow the rules But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea) Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can Shots in the crowd then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave Mount up regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea) Trip, we in the hood still So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea) Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton) M.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that
@euclyptuseuphoria37593 ай бұрын
Bro got Venom on the chorus
@l1z4rdsoldi3r3 ай бұрын
🤣
@josephreffitt-dy2wc Жыл бұрын
Stand-up naptown LA
@RedCurson3 жыл бұрын
Omg bass is awesome on my cheap studio headphones.
@user-vg6sm8hf2w3 жыл бұрын
THANKS 👌🏻
@eatthemnoodles44533 жыл бұрын
Play in 1.5 speed it sounds normal but it’s deeper
@naas.10844 жыл бұрын
Yawk yawk yawk yawk
@lonleybeer2 жыл бұрын
3:11 that transition
@elirodriguez3816 Жыл бұрын
The chorus on 1.75 is crazy fire
@reaganchristian19593 жыл бұрын
YES
@theo13982 жыл бұрын
1:56
@guistark40733 жыл бұрын
Vibe
@zaferftp4 жыл бұрын
Speed 0.75 is Best
@KeerstinWeikel.3 жыл бұрын
whack
@user-md6im7gn9u3 жыл бұрын
🔥🔥🔥
@bloopdaddy4 жыл бұрын
cool
@upsridvan3 жыл бұрын
🔥🖤
@renataziev3893 жыл бұрын
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, L Boog, and Yan Yan, 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' that 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 piecin' BGs 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?" "This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga" 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! Wake yo' punk ass up! It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain "et me teach you some lessons about the street It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea How we do Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad Reality struck I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice Cocaine, weed Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip Make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood Loc yeah that's cool The hood took me under so I follow the rules But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can Shots in the crowd then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave Mount up regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip Trip, we in the hood still So loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so real Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They realizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what
@showwtime71453 жыл бұрын
💣🔥
@justintysonmass11112 жыл бұрын
Cool
@epikz6 Жыл бұрын
6:37
@cabarcas70003 жыл бұрын
Kendrick a.k.a Compton's human sacrifice
@joshuavantongeren1734 Жыл бұрын
😈😈
@FlummadiddleGaming19 күн бұрын
Ich Mag Kendrick Lamar und Amerikan lieders
@vioricacolesnic15322 жыл бұрын
Mussecfaan
@kboytv96802 жыл бұрын
1:18
@TakuTJuly3 жыл бұрын
1:19 at 2x speed He is literally crying😂
@eatthemnoodles44533 жыл бұрын
Ha
@rebornclub31394 жыл бұрын
1.25 Süper QWR.REW..rw.e
@semih23033 жыл бұрын
lan öyle normal oluyo jdhdidgksgxkshdihd
@Floress6674 жыл бұрын
lilvladamir.
@user-lm1tz8ir9z4 жыл бұрын
Daemon +
@krexbutemirhan43784 жыл бұрын
Joker +
@DanielTheDuncan3 жыл бұрын
1.2 speed
@Evenue2 жыл бұрын
YAH YA YA YA, Fuck who yo know where you from gringo?💬