Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lock tight and rock right like grey oz's
I'll be up spots, in them flip Range Rovers
Before you try to play, foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, turn over

We out cursin' yeah we keep it the sickest
When we by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
dirty never clean but we live like kings

Legendary like Sting, it's a to follow
But not known for known for gettin' off hollows
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'
pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin'
Payback come violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent,

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

I'm from a batch it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, 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
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the
We Get Low, and no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm some, 20 inch shoes and some

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