Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My color 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 idea the info
It's a rule of thumb, let dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 shoes and some

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