Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

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

Back when my drivers license, was baby and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I made my and recorded portraits in front 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 grown and
Cappin' at bitches, my religion through songs 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' with Tetris if your block your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
Makin' my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation dollar
Every is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
Don't we live by it, die by it, reincarnate
And if Game me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one
had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no 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 it's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the
I need acapella

There I go, me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a
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 first year, 3
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 rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah
West side Compton, nigga mind if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an armful of dead
here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot take 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 with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, dead out here
onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you come with the little homie
So OG they me Tony
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, niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put