Luyện nghe bài hát On Me

Back Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic
No and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside the indo
rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin'
From Impalas to that truck
To bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was luck
Just Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
a day, what a day

Back when my drivers license, was faced and triflin'
I my way through crisis
I made my and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant
You can't where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my through songs and shit
On me, on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the
Bitch I'm well-connected 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' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my and harvest
All my stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I AK
Ain't no on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of I'm from
my energy had to make 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 with attitude would show gratitude
you
From 2015 to infinity still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a for the energy
Game I need

There I go, me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay them
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 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 sentries, 16 Impalas
bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a
I put on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil'
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga is Piru
Slide with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't if I do
From Piru to my old street
Nigga Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a
what's up cuz
(Yo dawg you from?)
No time to stop and
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you
Straight Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it TDE mothafucka
make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the of Impalas
shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out
Hangin' onto life by a thread out
Them niggas wearin' all red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out
So don't you come fuckin' with the little
So OG call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana
My uncle told me he died, "Just keep 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
class, yes I did, whooped 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, on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on blood
I put