Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself The Game is comin', after 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 like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my niggaz blunted fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, in the air, guns in the doors

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

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

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

'Cause when shit get thick, start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
come through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, ya whole block silent

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

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

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

Legendary Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for known for gettin' off hollows
me a glass of Remy, fuck it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and off, full throttle

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

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

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

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a dealer but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete when I in the streets
We get low and there's no idea with the
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my is live
We your five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody holla the name
JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT