Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
to them Chronic instrumentals
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside the indo
Hotboxin' in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would amount to
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 Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I made my tape and recorded in front of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion songs 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 up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation dollar
Every is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' 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, fuck that, play
Like no name on it, blindsided, no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm
Therefore my energy had to make sure the me won
It no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the done

Oh man, you these niggas with attitude 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,
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant,
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno
Got my mom a bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the for a minute
Look in my book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like need a dollar
on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is
through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga mind if I do
Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round here be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to stop and
your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The time I said it with TDE mothafucka
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
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, dead out here
onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the homie
So OG they me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep 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
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers on the rag, that's 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