Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

Now who in the runnin'? No one, ask the niggaz who it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay
Me and my niggaz stay 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 money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or at 'em, so we travel with ours

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through 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, mothers start
Payback come violent, nigga
We hit blocks, shots, leave ya whole block silent

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

No garbage we smoke molta, big cocoa
We off the tracks 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 flip Rovers
you even try to play foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, everything over

We ball out cursin', yeah we it the sickest
When we 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, it's a history to
But not known for stingin' known for gettin' off
me a glass of Remy, fuck it the whole bottle
And me act bad and take off, full throttle

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

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

I'm from a batch where it no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

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

You niggaz can't compete I walk in the streets
We get low and there's no with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch and some

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