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 bang
to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop
Compton to 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 in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather with the tips to toss
But the money was made from had to clip the boss
Smash at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag the price to pay
Cause the bags was my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds twice this way
Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?}
to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your steel
Whole squad been to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the
Hard got cakes for 3
it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

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

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

[The
I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you on the sofa
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 know what it is, the gangster's
And I keep my banger at my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X