Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From 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
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and
I made my way crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate I've been
In '98 my problem, too grown and shit
at bitches, yeah 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 Tetris if your neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to my seed
 and harvest
All my stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, reppin' these cold streets
Don't we by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, no one safe
had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you thought these niggas with would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's still weed and Hennessy
I can a butterfly for the energy
Game I need

I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant,
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of
Now can I rap for a Black 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, this Compton, me, Doc and
Chronic, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They like they 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' with the lil'
Thinkin' back like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through the Erykah Badu
West Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an of dead friends
Round Crips be sweatin' us niggas like 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 I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no 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 life by a 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 me Tony
Montana, no French, my red legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot full of rocks, yes I did
class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, let you choke on your blood
I put