Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

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

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get money with 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 ours

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

When get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback come 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, leave ya whole silent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for
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 them a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 inch and some

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