Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside with the
Hotboxin' in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would amount to
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
Impalas to that Harley truck
To bitches that was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and
I made my way crisis
I made my tape and recorded in front of sirens
I you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and
at bitches, yeah 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 block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu caught up
Bitch I'm up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I AK
Ain't no on it, cry about 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 better one, son, it ain't no me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the done

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

There I go, give me a minute,
to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab 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 minute? Black on the track for a
Look in my rhyme book, see like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, kid, my first 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' the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is
Slide through the Erykah Badu
side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round 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 before you blink
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate on the corner
Call the coroner, dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out
niggas wearin' all that red out here
P on niggas heads out here
So don't you come with the little homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep 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, niggas 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, that's on
You fuck with Dot, let you choke on your blood
I put