Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to Chronic instrumentals
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside with the
rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley
To dishraggin' that was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
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 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 can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with if your block neglectin' your ki
I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my 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 cold
Don't we live by it, die by it, then
And if Game me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll
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 no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's

Oh man, you thought niggas with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb and Hennessy
I can a butterfly for the energy
I need acapella

There I go, give me a minute,
'Bout to hit a run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a minute? on the track for a minute
in my rhyme 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
They like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a
I put that on me, on me
You get a bullet with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Piru Street to my old
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to and think
Pull your strap before do or you get shot before you blink
outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the
And all them niggas I used to with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, dead out here
onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your on the brick"
So I did
Sell every that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket of rocks, yes I did
class, yes I did, whooped niggas 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, that's on
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your
I put