Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

[Chorus: The + JT]
Compton to Fillmore here we go
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 here we go
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 to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to the boss
down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young in the CX-3
Drop Jag the price to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice
Got the feds lookin this way
Cause we the P's in different places that the {?} name
Compton to man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your steel
Whole squad been to kill, we official
And switch to get now we after the meals
times got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, know that
25 deep, up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly sound like Bobby Womack
Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns the Nickerson Projects
don't want beef with me
Cause they know they gotta pay for shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to shoot the up
You don't want drama in motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on
And N.W.A. glow like 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 can't come the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she on my ends
Make from the back of the Benz
the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend
The things we go I'm beatin ya brains
Got homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta you a G just for speakin my name

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

- 2X