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' like a
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, around bouncin' shit
Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly
Just left Compton, and I ain't to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was faced and triflin'
I made my way through
I my tape and recorded portraits in front 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, yeah my through songs and shit
On me, on me
up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' 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 grow my seed
 and
All my king stuffin', up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these streets
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll
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 better one, son, it no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's

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

There I go, me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant,
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno
Got my mom a bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like need a dollar
That's on my mama, up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' the lil' homie
back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, don't mind if I do
From Piru to my old street
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
Hangin' life by a thread out here
niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little
So OG they me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a 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 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