Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my
Way back when, we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of
Remedial thoughts, never thought I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that truck
To dishraggin' bitches that was hard to
I came up, it was luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and
I made my way crisis
I my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done up
I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these streets
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I AK
no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm
Therefore my energy had to make sure the me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's

Oh man, you thought these niggas attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and
I can pimp a butterfly for the
I need acapella

There I go, me a minute, nigga
to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno
Got my mom a bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a
I put that on me, on me
You get a fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah
West Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Street to my old street
this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round here Crips be us niggas like a headband
Like up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to and think
Pull strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 I told you
The third I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and them niggas rottweilers
My full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
Hangin' onto life by a out here
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken a nigga had in stock, yes I did
to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you on your blood
I put