Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
Freestylin' to them Chronic
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' in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around shit
From Impalas to Harley truck
To bitches that was hard to fuck
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 you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section to Long Beach
with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I 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 dollar
Every dream is reality, my deja vu done 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 on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
no name 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 done

Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show
you
From 2015 to infinity still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a for the energy
Game I acapella

There I go, give me a minute,
'Bout to hit a run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a minute? on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' 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
From Piru to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an armful of dead
Round Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the of Impalas
When shot callers take their and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more 8 balls on the corner
And all them I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you fuckin' with the little homie
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 chicken that a nigga 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
Fucked a bitch the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, let you choke on your blood
I put