Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my
Way back when, we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of
Remedial thoughts, never thought I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin'
Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches that was hard to
I up, it was hardly luck
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you can't the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, my religion through songs 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' with 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 with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my vu done caught up
I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry 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 make the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a for the energy
I need 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, of Wilmington
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, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce like they 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 with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Badu
West side Compton, nigga mind if I do
From Piru to my old street
this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas a headband
Like up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The third time I it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat letter
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 on the corner
And all them niggas I used to with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas out here
onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P on niggas heads out here
So you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle told me before he died, "Just 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, whooped ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on blood
I put