Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at in the Benzo
Freestylin' to Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a
With a clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of
Remedial thoughts, never thought I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that truck
To bitches that 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 my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you escape the tyrant
You can't relate I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown 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 to Long Beach
Fumblin' Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with
Every dream is reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
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, fuck that, play
Like no on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of I'm from
Therefore my had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the done

Oh man, you thought these niggas attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb and Hennessy
I can pimp a for the energy
Game I 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, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce like they need a
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a
I put that on me, on me
You get a bullet fuckin' the lil' homie
Thinkin' then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
West side Compton, don't mind if I do
From Street to my old street
this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No to stop and think
Pull strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat letter
Spoonfeed you like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
shot callers 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 dead out
Hangin' onto by a thread out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas out here
So don't you come fuckin' the little homie
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a 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 the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, on Bloods
You fuck Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put