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 Fillmore we go again
In L.A. havin problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop
to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop

[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 with the 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 in the CX-3
Jag with the price to pay
Cause the bags was my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin this way
we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is
When you turn 15 get your steel
Whole squad been trained to kill, we
And switch to get rich now we after the
Hard got cakes for 3
When havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
Guns all over the
We in V.I.P. strapped, know that
25 deep, guns up the throwback
That new R. shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga the hoes at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz want beef with me
Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is
And ain't to shoot the club up
You want drama 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 free
You're now rollin to the sound of the and JT

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

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

- 2X