Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a
With a Backwood clinched between my
Way when, when we was outside with the indo
rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around shit
From Impalas to that Harley
To dishraggin' bitches that was hard to
I came up, it was luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through
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 been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my through songs 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' with Tetris if your block neglectin' ki
Everyday I up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
Don't we live by it, die by it, then
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I 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 of where I'm from
my energy had to make 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 legacy's

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

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 them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, of Wilmington
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 year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce they need a dollar
on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the homie
Thinkin' back like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga mind if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a 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 strap before they do or you get shot you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat letter
Spoonfeed you niggas toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas out here
Hangin' life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out
P on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little
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
Sell every chicken 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 while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on
You fuck with Dot, let you choke on your blood
I put