Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since got killed
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself when the Game is comin', after next
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 just like me, it stay
Me and my stay blunted fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz run from the law
Plus we get money with hotels 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 with

Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' 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
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick, huh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from a where 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 everybody it

I'm the iceholder the cut, never breakin' '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 there's no idea with the
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm some, 20 inch shoes and some

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