Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

Now who in the runnin', no one, ask the who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay blunted up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
we get Monopoly money 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' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through Gras
Thinkin' 'bout beads and titties as I 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
pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin'
Payback come violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya block silent, 'cause

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

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

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

We ball out cursin' yeah we it the sickest
When we by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin', kitten, that 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 off hollows
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, throttle

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, cause

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a beam 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 favorite color is up
Ain't a dealer, but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't when I walk 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 cruisin' some, 20 inch and some

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 streets to CPT