Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the best 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 drop before the Howard 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 stay blunted up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

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

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

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

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

We out cursin' yeah we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', grip kitten, 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 of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and off, full throttle

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

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam for meal
Duffle bag on my my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

I'm the makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is 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 walk in the
We Get Low, and there's no with the info
a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 shoes and some

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