Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the rapper since 'Pac got killed?
I answered 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 No one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay
Me and my niggaz stay blunted up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

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

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' Mardi Gras
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

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

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

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

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

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

Legendary like Sting, a history to follow
But not known for stingin' known for off hollows
Shoot me a glass of Remy, fuck it the bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, throttle

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

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

I'm from a where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My color is rainbowed 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 with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 shoes and some

I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my is live
We check your five, the spot the tec dies
And everybody gotta holla the
It's JT from the streets to CPT