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 there 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 thought I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin'
From Impalas to that truck
To dishraggin' that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was luck
Just 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 made my tape and recorded in front of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Beach
Fumblin' Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu caught up
I'm brought up with 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
no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me
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 weed and
I can a butterfly for the energy
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, late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a
Look in my book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like 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 your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Piru to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them 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 dead out
Hangin' onto life by a thread out
niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas 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
Sell every chicken that a had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your
I put