Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic
No pens and pencils, I was out there like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my
Way back when, when we was with the indo
rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, thought that I would amount to shit
chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that truck
To dishraggin' that was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the
You relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion songs and shit
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm from my section down to Long Beach
with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', double up my plantation dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, on me
24/7, Kendrick these cold streets
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, play
no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

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

There I go, me a minute, nigga
'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 Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
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 fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is
Slide through the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I you
The third time I said it with TDE
I'll make you eat every
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot take their pitbulls and feed 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
the coroner, niggas dead out here
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 your 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 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, I'll let you on your blood
I put