Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

[Chorus: The + JT]
Compton to Fillmore here we go
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they bang
to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. pop hollows
to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop

[JT the Figga]
They can't cop what the bricks'll
But we in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to
But the money was made from had to clip the boss
down at the V.I.P.
Street is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag the price to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice
Got the feds twice this way
Cause we shuffle the P's in different that the {?} name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is
When you 15 get your stainless steel
squad been trained to kill, we official
And to get rich now we after the meals
times got cakes for 3
When it's a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, know that
25 deep, guns up under the
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby
Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef me
Cause they know gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to shoot the up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw dubs up
Jacob got the on chill
And N.W.A. glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let drawers feel free
You're now rollin to the sound of the and JT

[JT the Bigga
But you can't come with the of her friends
you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the
With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to
The we go through I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I up the Game
While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya
Gotta you a G just for speakin my name

Game]
I'm not your chocha or payin for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the
"Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova
I 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know it is, the gangster's back
And I my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X