Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

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

[JT the Bigga
can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to in the 6 to floss
gloves 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 crucial for niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the 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 the {?} name
to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you 15 get your stainless steel
Whole squad been to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the
Hard times got for 3
When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know
25 deep, guns up the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit like Bobby Womack
Black Wall in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want 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 in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on
And N.W.A. chain glow 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 come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds the back of the Benz
With the {?} that kid with eyes with the corners to bend
The things we go I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies do' and I picked up the Game
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 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Brown and Hova
I 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the of us
You know what it is, the gangster's
And I keep my at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X