Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
Freestylin' to Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out Bloodin' like a menstrual
a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was with the indo
Hotboxin' in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around shit
From Impalas to Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches 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

Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and
I made my way through
I made my tape and recorded portraits in of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, my religion through songs and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
Bitch I'm well-connected from my down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' ki
Everyday I wake up with my up to my father
Makin' my heart is pure enough 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 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 Game told me, "Drive by it," I AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll
Like no on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of I'm from
Therefore my energy had to sure the better me won
It ain't no 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 bomb and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the
Game I need

I go, give me a minute, nigga
'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 tennis bracelet, of Wilmington
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
no gimmicks '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 like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide with the Erykah Badu
side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your before they 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
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
onto life by a thread out here
Them wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out
So don't you come fuckin' with the little
So OG they me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken a nigga 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, that's on
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your
I put