Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

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

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with and a board
So never see a jail, and I'm allergic 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 through the city
And I 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick, huh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from a batch 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 and everybody know it

I'm the iceholder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My favorite is rainbowed up
a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't when I walk in the streets
We Get Low, and there's no idea with the
a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 inch and some

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