Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

Now who in the No one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my stay blunted fogged 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 money 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, we drivin' through Mardi Gras
'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city
And I 16 in the clip and I let 'em all go
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick

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

'Cause shit get thick, niggaz start dyin'
pop up in dumpsters, mothers start 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 the great space coaster
We hit real big and consistent Sam Sosa
Prepare for war like United States

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

We ball out cursin', yeah we keep it the
When we roll by the in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty clean but we live like kings

Legendary like Sting, it's a history to
But not known for stingin' known for gettin' off
Shoot me a glass of Remy, it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, full

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

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

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

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, 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 compete when I walk in the streets
We get low and there's no idea with the
It's a of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm some 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 gotta holla the name
It's JT from the Fillmoe to CPT