Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the
to them Chronic instrumentals
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside with the
Hotboxin' in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I amount to shit
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley
To bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly
Just left Compton, and I have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and
I made my way through
I my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you can't 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 block your ki
I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffin', up my plantation with dollar
dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, on me
24/7, reppin' these cold streets
we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
no shame 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 better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me
Nigga Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would gratitude
you
From 2015 to it's 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 home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant,
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay them
Got my mom a bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a Black on the track for a minute
Look in my book, see murder like when 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 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 fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide with the Erykah Badu
side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us like a headband
Like up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 I told you
The third I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of
When shot callers take their pitbulls and them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 on the corner
And all them I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
to Compton, hot pocket full 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, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on
You fuck Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put