Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the rapper since 'Pac got killed
I done answered question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when the Game is comin', next summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard

Now who in the runnin', no one, ask the who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, we drivin' through Mardi Gras
Thinkin' 'bout beads and titties as I through the city
And I 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick, huh

shit get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya block silent, 'cause

When get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start
Payback through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, shots, leave ya whole block silent

No garbage we smoke molta, move big
We off the train tracks the great space coaster
We hit big and consistant like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war, United States soldiers

tight and rock right like grey eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up spots, in them flip Rovers
Before you even try to play, all over
out yo' pockets, turn everything over

We ball out yeah we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', grip kitten, that big face
dirty never clean but we live like kings

Legendary like Sting, a history to follow
But not known for stingin' known for gettin' off
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, throttle

When shit get thick, start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, start cryin'
Payback come through violent,
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya block silent, cause

When shit get thick, niggaz start
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, start cryin'
Payback come violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block

I'm from a where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple scale for meal
bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite is rainbowed up
a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz compete when I walk in the streets
We Get Low, and there's no with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 inch shoes and

I'm in the body XM-5, all my snakes is live
We check five, the spot where the tec dies
And gotta Holla, the name
It's JT the Fillmore streets to CPT