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 bang
Compton to here we go again
In L.A. they problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to here we go again
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
can't cop what the bricks'll cost
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 clip the
Smash 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 swangin like a ice capade
Got the lookin twice this way
Cause we shuffle the P's in places that the {?} name
Compton to man the game is real
you turn 15 get your stainless steel
Whole been trained 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 bread for the safe and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
Guns all the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know
25 deep, up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit like Bobby Womack
Black Wall in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, cases of Hypnotiq
And more than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't beef with me
Cause they know they pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And nuttin to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in motherfucker throw them dubs 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 Figga]
But you can't come with the rest of her
Cause you know I'm a boss and play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the of the Benz
With the {?} 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 they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya
Gotta you a G just for speakin my name

[The
I'm not eatin chocha 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" Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyle with and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the of us
You know what it is, the gangster's
And I keep my banger at my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X