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 can't
Compton to Fillmore we go again
In L.A. havin problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. pop bottles

[JT the Bigga
They can't cop what the bricks'll
But we stay in the to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves the tips to toss
But the money was made conversation had to clip the boss
Smash at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the
Drop Jag with the to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin a ice capade
Got the lookin twice this way
Cause we shuffle the P's in different places the {?} name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is
you turn 15 get your stainless steel
Whole been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get now we after the meals
Hard got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee

[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 shit sound Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson
Niggaz don't want beef me
Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is
And ain't nuttin to shoot the up
You want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill
Relax your and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin to the 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
the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend
The things we go through I'm ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the
they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for my name

Game]
I'm not eatin your 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 Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the of us
You what it is, the gangster's back
And I my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X