Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

[Chorus: The + JT]
Compton to Fillmore here we go
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. can't bang
Compton to here we go again
In L.A. havin problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. pop hollows
to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. pop bottles

[JT the Figga]
They cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves the tips to toss
But the money was from conversation had to clip the boss
down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the to pay
the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin twice way
Cause we shuffle the P's in different that the {?} name
to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your steel
Whole squad trained to kill, we official
And to get rich now we after the meals
times got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundle we 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 the throwback
That new R. shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson
Niggaz don't want beef me
they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to shoot the up
You don't want drama in motherfucker throw them dubs up
got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill
Relax your and let your drawers feel free
now rollin to the sound of the Game and JT

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

Game]
I'm not eatin your chocha or for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you on the sofa
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em with Billys and Novas
With or chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's
And I my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X