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 there like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would amount to
Smoke chronic, bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches was hard to fuck
I up, it was hardly luck
left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, a day

Back when my drivers license, was baby and triflin'
I made my way crisis
I made my and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my
sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold
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
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'
it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

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

There I go, me a minute, nigga
to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
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? Black on the for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder when I was a fan of No Limit
no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they 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 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 Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a
what's up cuz
(Yo where you from?)
No time to stop and
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
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a out here
Them niggas all that red out here
P snapbacks on heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the homie
So OG they call me
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle told me before he died, "Just your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, 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 Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put