Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

[Chorus: The + JT]
Compton to Fillmore we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't
Compton to Fillmore we go again
In L.A. they havin problems, the Bay we pop
Compton to here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore 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 maintain in the 6 to
Leather with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the
down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag the price to pay
the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin twice way
Cause we the P's in different places that the {?} name
to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get stainless steel
Whole squad been trained to kill, we
And switch to get rich now we the meals
Hard got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee

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

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

[The
I'm not eatin chocha or payin for the coach ma
I'm a pimp 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you on the sofa
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy and Hova
I fuck 'em with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I '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