Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them instrumentals
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched my dentals
Way back when, we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in of Centennial
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride bouncin' shit
Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches was hard to fuck
I came up, it was luck
Just left Compton, and I have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby and triflin'
I made my way through
I made my and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, 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
Fumblin' with if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation dollar
dream is such 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 told me, "Drive by it," I raise 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 identities of where I'm
Therefore my energy had to sure the better 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 these with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and
I can a butterfly for the energy
I need acapella

There I go, me a minute, nigga
to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap 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 rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce like 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 then like your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old
this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before do or you get shot before you blink
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, the city of Impalas
When shot callers take pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My full, I quick 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' onto by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P snapbacks on niggas out here
So don't you come with the little homie
So OG they me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana
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
to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, let you choke on your blood
I put