Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to Chronic instrumentals
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside with the
Hotboxin' rentals in front of
Remedial thoughts, never that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches was hard to fuck
I came up, it was luck
Just left Compton, and I have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby 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
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long
Fumblin' Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I up with my face up to my father
sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation dollar
Every dream is reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, no one safe
Documentary had of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the 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 thought these with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and
I can a butterfly 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, trap night, Jay Leno them
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 blockin' sentries, 16
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 bullet with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like your rules, nigga this is Piru
through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an of dead 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 before they do or you get shot before you blink
outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more 8 balls on the corner
And all niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, dead out here
Hangin' onto by a thread out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas out here
So you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me 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
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, on Bloods
Westside, on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you on your blood
I put