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 the Game is comin', after next summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard

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

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

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin' yeah we keep it the
When we roll by the in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty clean but we live like kings

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

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

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 it ain't 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 iceholder makin' the cut, never '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 with the
It's a rule of thumb, let dudes a come
I'm some, 20 inch shoes and some

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