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 bang
Compton to here we go again
In L.A. they problems, the Bay we pop collars
to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go
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
gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to 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 was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the lookin twice this way
we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} name
Compton to man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless
Whole squad trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we the meals
Hard got cakes for 3
When 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, know that
25 deep, guns up under the
That new R. Kelly shit like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of
And more guns than the Nickerson
Niggaz want beef with me
Cause they know gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't to shoot the club up
You don't want in this motherfucker throw them 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 rollin to the of the Game and JT

[JT the Figga]
But you can't come with the 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 frog with the corners to bend
The we go through I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I up the Game
While they knockin on the do' I get in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for my name

Game]
I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you on the sofa
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and
I fuck 'em dogstyle Billys and Novas
or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain at
I'm

- 2X