Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
Freestylin' to them Chronic
No pens and pencils, I was out there like a menstrual
With a clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to Harley truck
To dishraggin' that was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I have to use my AK
What a day, a day

when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I my tape 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, actin' too grown and
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
Makin' sure my heart is pure to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with
dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm
my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the
I need acapella

There I go, me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
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? on the track for a minute
Look in my book, see murder like 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 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' with the lil'
Thinkin' back then like fuck rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide with the Erykah Badu
West Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru to my old street
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round here Crips be us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 I told you
The time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
Hangin' onto life by a out here
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P snapbacks on niggas out here
So don't you come with the little homie
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My told me before he died, "Just keep your 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, niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on blood
I put