Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin', yeah we it the sickest
When we by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty never clean but we live kings

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

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

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

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

I'm the ice holder the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer but I got for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You can't compete 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 widebody XM-5, all my is live
We check five, the spot where the tec dies
And gotta holla the name
It's JT from the Fillmoe to CPT