Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at in the Benzo
to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a
With a Backwood between my dentals
Way when, when we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that truck
To dishraggin' bitches was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I my way through crisis
I my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the
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 down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your neglectin' your ki
Everyday I up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had of where I'm from
my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no me nothin'
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show
you
From 2015 to infinity it's bomb weed and Hennessy
I can a butterfly for the energy
Game I need

I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant,
Pin it on my Pendleton, late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they a dollar
That's on my mama, up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
West side Compton, 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 here be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The third I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
When shot callers their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
Hangin' life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P on niggas heads out here
So you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your on the brick"
So I did
every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot 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, this TEC fly, on Bloods
You with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put