Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

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, 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 allergic to
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we through Mardi Gras
Thinkin' beads and titties as I roll through the city
And I 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go
the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin' yeah we 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 bottle
And me act bad and take off, full throttle

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

When shit get thick, start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start
Payback come through violent,
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya 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 my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up and everybody know it

I'm the iceholder makin' the cut, 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 rule of thumb, let dudes a come
I'm some, 20 inch shoes and some

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