Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

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

[JT the Figga]
They can't cop what the cost
But we stay in the lane to in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the to toss
But the money was made from had to clip the boss
down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the
Jag with the price to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin this 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 switch to get rich now we after the
Hard times got for 3
it's havin a bundle we break 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
That new R. Kelly shit 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 want with me
Cause know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to shoot the up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them up
Jacob got the wrists on
And N.W.A. chain like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your feel free
You're now rollin to the sound of the and JT

[JT the Figga]
But you can't come with the of her friends
Cause you I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the
the {?} that kid with frog eyes 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 your chocha or payin for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you ma
6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy and Hova
I fuck 'em with Billys and Novas
With or chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the back
And I keep my banger at where my hang at
I'm

- 2X