Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac 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 niggaz who it
I got a four-fifth and it like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my stay blunted fogged up in the 600
as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly money 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

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

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin' yeah we keep it the
When we roll by the quads in Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty never but we live like kings

like Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for stingin' known for gettin' off
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 dyin'
pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin'
Payback come through violent,
We hit blocks, shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause

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

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, through the of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the iceholder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My favorite 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 compete when I walk in the streets
We Get Low, and no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm cruisin' some, 20 shoes and some

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