Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched my dentals
Way when, when we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of
Remedial thoughts, never that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride bouncin' shit
From Impalas to Harley truck
To dishraggin' that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly
left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of
I you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion songs and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
Bitch I'm well-connected my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my up to my father
sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu caught up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these streets
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no on it, cry about it, fuck 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 sure the me won
It ain't no better one, son, it no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

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

There I go, give me a minute,
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a minute? on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
bounce 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' the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Piru to my old street
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us like 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 outta Compton, 3 I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas
My clip full, I quick pull, no slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out
Them wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red legit
My told me before 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 full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped ass, yes I did
a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, on Bloods
You with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put