Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit 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 summer
I my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming

Now who in the runnin'? No one, ask the niggaz who it
I got a and it just like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my stay blunted fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz 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
sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam for meal
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the of the jet
To bag up and everybody know it

I'm the ice makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is up
a coke 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 the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm cruisin' 20 inch shoes and some

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