Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

It's written, Compton never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a
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' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through Mardi
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

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

No garbage we smoke molta, big cocoa
We off the tracks like the great space coaster
We hit real big and like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war, like States soldiers

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

We out cursin' yeah we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', kitten, that big face greed
Always dirty clean but we live like kings

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

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

When shit get thick, niggaz start
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 scale for meal
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, the back of the jet
To bag up and everybody know it

I'm the iceholder the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

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

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