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 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 amount to shit
chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to Harley truck
To dishraggin' that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and
I made my way through
I made my and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you can't the tyrant
You relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my 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
with Tetris if your block 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 with dollar
Every is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, reppin' these 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 on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm
Therefore my energy had to make the better me won
It ain't no one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

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

There I go, give me a minute,
'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? Black on the track for a
Look in my rhyme book, see murder when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, up and did me a solid
I put that on me, on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil'
back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old
Nigga this Compton, up on a dead end
Got an of dead friends
Round here Crips be us niggas like a headband
Like 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 I told you
The time I said it with TDE mothafucka
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
When shot callers their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I pull, no more slangin' 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 life by a thread out
niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out
So don't you fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped ass, yes I did
Fucked a behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your
I put