Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at in the Benzo
to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' a menstrual
With a clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in of Centennial
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that truck
To dishraggin' bitches that was hard to
I came up, it was hardly
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back when my drivers license, was faced and triflin'
I made my way through
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of
I made you hate the vibrant, you escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through and shit
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' 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 grow my seed
 and
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with
Every is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick these cold streets
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, that, I'll play
no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm
Therefore my had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it no tellin' me nothin'
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you thought these niggas with would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and
I can pimp a for the energy
Game I 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 tennis bracelet, of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No
Ain't no gimmicks here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce like they need a
on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
West side Compton, nigga mind if I do
Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an armful of friends
here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No to stop and think
your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 I told you
The time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, the city of Impalas
When shot callers their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the
Call the coroner, niggas 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 fuckin' with the homie
So OG they me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a had in stock, yes I did
to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped ass, yes I did
a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put