Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

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

[JT the Figga]
They can't cop the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to
But the money was made from conversation had to the boss
Smash at the V.I.P.
Street is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin 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 15 get your stainless steel
Whole been trained to kill, we official
And to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got 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, security that
25 deep, guns up under the
new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And more than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't beef with me
Cause they they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And nuttin to shoot the club up
You don't drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow the memory of Ill Will
Relax mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin to the of the Game and JT

[JT the Bigga
But you can't with the rest of her friends
Cause you I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
rounds from the back of the Benz
With the {?} that kid with frog with the corners to bend
The things we go through I'm ya brains
Got some homies do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin on the do' I get 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 to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyle Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em the both of us
You what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X