Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the rapper since 'Pac got killed
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself when the is comin', after next summer
I predict my drop before the next 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
as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly with hotels and a board
So never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or at 'em, so we travel with ours

Poppin' in the 6, like we drivin' through Mardi Gras
Thinkin' 'bout 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 shit get thick, niggaz start
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback come through violent,
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya block silent, 'cause

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

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

Lock and rock right like grey eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up spots, in them Range Rovers
you even try to play, foolish 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', grip kitten, that big greed
Always dirty never but we live like kings

Legendary like Sting, it's a 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 take off, full

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

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

I'm from a batch where it 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 baguettes and everybody it

I'm the iceholder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
a coke dealer, but I got bricks 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 there's no idea the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them 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 where the tec
And everybody Holla, the name
It's JT the Fillmore streets to CPT