Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
to them Chronic instrumentals
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my
Way when, when we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in of Centennial
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride bouncin' shit
From to that Harley truck
To bitches that was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't to use my AK
What a day, a day

when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I my way through crisis
I made my tape and portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you can't the tyrant
You can't relate where been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
sure my heart 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
Bitch I'm up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then
And if Game me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one
Documentary had of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the done

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

There I go, 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, of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No
Ain't no gimmicks here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They like they need a dollar
on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, on me
You get a bullet with the lil' homie
back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Piru Street to my old
this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 I told you
The third time I it with TDE mothafucka
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, the city of Impalas
When callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the
And all niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a out here
niggas wearin' all that red out here
P on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' the little homie
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My told 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
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped ass, yes I did
a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your
I put