Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
Freestylin' to them 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
rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would amount to
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, around bouncin' shit
Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches that was hard to
I came up, it was hardly
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, a day

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

Oh man, you these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a for the energy
Game I 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 night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the for a minute
Look in my book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a
on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, on me
You get a bullet fuckin' the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like your rules, nigga this is Piru
through with the Erykah Badu
West Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The third time I said it with TDE
I'll make you eat letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate on the corner
the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out
So don't you come with the little homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket of rocks, yes I did
class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put