Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

Now who in the runnin', no one, ask the niggaz who it
I got a and it just 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 money with and a board
So I'll see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel ours

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin' we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', grip kitten, that big greed
Always dirty never clean but we live kings

like Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for known for gettin' off hollows
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah 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 violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole silent, cause

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

I'm a batch where 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 color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got 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 no idea with the info
It's a of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 shoes and some

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