Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

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

[JT the Bigga
can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the to toss
But the money was made conversation had to clip the boss
down 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 swangin like a ice capade
Got the lookin twice 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 stainless
Whole squad been to kill, we official
And switch to get now we after the meals
Hard times got for 3
When it's havin a we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
Guns all the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security that
25 deep, guns up under the
That new R. Kelly shit like Bobby Womack
Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And guns than the Nickerson Projects
don't want beef with me
Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin but the sheets is free
And ain't to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them up
got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain like the memory of Ill Will
Relax mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin to the sound of the and JT

[JT the Bigga
But you can't come with the rest of her
Cause you know I'm a and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the
With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to
The things we go I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the
While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya
Gotta charge you a G just for my name

Game]
I'm not eatin your chocha or for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you 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
With or chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's
And I keep my at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X