Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got
I answered that question when I copped my deal
Ask when 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 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 never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly with hotels and a board
So I'll see a jail and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, we drivin' 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, Atty and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from a batch where it no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
Duffle bag on my my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke 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 dudes a
I'm some 20 inch shoes and some

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