Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since got killed?
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', after summer
I predict my drop before the next Howard homecoming

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, blunts in the air, in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail and I'm allergic to
sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

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

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

'Cause when shit get thick, niggaz start
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, big cocoa
We off the train tracks like the great space
We hit real big and like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war like States soldiers

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

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

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

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

'Cause when get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, start cryin'
Payback come through violent,
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 beam scale for
bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

I'm the ice holder the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite 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 walk in the
We get low and there's no idea the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is
We check your five, the where the tec dies
And everybody gotta holla the
It's JT from the streets to CPT