Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

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

Back when my drivers license, was baby and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I made my tape and portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you escape the tyrant
You can't relate I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and
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' my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is reality, my deja vu done caught up
I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
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 about it, 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 sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no me nothin'
Nigga Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you thought these niggas attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity it's bomb 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, 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? Black on the track for a
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No
no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16
They bounce like they a dollar
on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' the lil' homie
Thinkin' back like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
through with the Erykah Badu
West Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a end
Got an of dead friends
Round Crips be sweatin' us niggas 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 I told you
The third I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat letter
you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take 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
Call the coroner, niggas out here
Hangin' life 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 legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket of rocks, yes I did
class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put