Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

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

[JT the Figga]
They cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the
down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the
Drop Jag with the to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin a ice capade
Got the lookin twice this 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 stainless
Whole squad been trained to kill, we
And switch to get now we after the meals
Hard 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, up under the throwback
new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Projects
Niggaz don't want beef me
Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin but the sheets is free
And ain't to shoot the club up
You don't want in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers free
You're now 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 rounds the back of the Benz
With the {?} that kid with eyes with the corners to bend
The we go through I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the
While knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame
charge you a G just for speakin my name

[The
I'm not eatin 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
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the of us
You know what it is, the back
And I keep my at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X