Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a
a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside the indo
rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around shit
From Impalas to that Harley
To dishraggin' bitches was hard to fuck
I came up, it was luck
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was 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 the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through and shit
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section to Long Beach
with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
Makin' sure my is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation dollar
Every dream is such reality, my 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 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
had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make the better me won
It no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

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

I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant,
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay them
Got my mom a bracelet, Wimbledon 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
no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Piru Street to my old
Nigga this Compton, up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round here be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third I said it with TDE mothafucka
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
When shot take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the
Call the coroner, niggas out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out
Them wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas out here
So don't you fuckin' with the little homie
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken 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 bitch behind the while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, let you choke on your blood
I put