Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

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

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

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

when shit get thick, niggaz 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 smoke molta, move big
We off the train like the great space coaster
We hit real big and consistent like Sam
for war like United States soldiers

Lock tight and rock right like gray oz's
I'll be hittin' up in them flip Range Rovers
you even 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 clean 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 glass of Remy, fuck it the bottle
And me act bad and take off, full throttle

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

'Cause when get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, start cryin'
come through violent, nigga
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 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 ice holder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete when I 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 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 holla the name
JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT