Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

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

Back when my drivers license, was faced and triflin'
I my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in of sirens
I you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, my religion through songs and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' 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 stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
Don't we by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm
Therefore my energy had to make 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 niggas with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still weed and Hennessy
I can a butterfly for the energy
Game I acapella

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, of Wilmington
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 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They like they 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 fuckin' with the lil'
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is
Slide through the Erykah Badu
West Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru to my old street
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The third time I said it with TDE
I'll make you eat letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more 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 by a thread out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep hand on the brick"
So I did
every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers 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 on your blood
I put