Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

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

[JT the Figga]
They can't cop what the bricks'll
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to
Leather gloves with the tips to
But the was made from conversation had to clip the boss
down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the to pay
Cause the was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin this way
Cause we shuffle the P's in different that the {?} name
Compton to man the game is real
When you turn 15 get stainless steel
Whole squad been 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, know that
25 deep, guns up under the
That new R. shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the at
We got sour diesel, three of Hypnotiq
And more than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want with me
Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw dubs up
Jacob got the on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel
You're now to the sound of the Game and JT

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

[The
I'm not eatin your chocha or 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" Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the of us
You know what it is, the gangster's
And I my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X