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 bang
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 Fillmore here we go
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. pop bottles

[JT the Figga]
They can't cop the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to
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 niggaz in the
Drop Jag the price to pay
Cause the bags was my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds 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
squad been trained to kill, we official
And to get rich now we after the meals
Hard got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundle we bread for the safe and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know
25 deep, guns up the throwback
That new R. shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of
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 nuttin to shoot the club up
You don't want in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on
And N.W.A. chain glow like the of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your feel free
You're now to the sound of the Game and JT

[JT the Figga]
But you can't with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't cause she short on my ends
Make rounds the back of the Benz
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 up the Game
While they on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my

[The
I'm not eatin your or payin for the coach ma
I'm a like 50, the nigga to leave you broke 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