Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since got killed?
I done answered that 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 No one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay
Me and my niggaz stay fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

written, Compton niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money 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 with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a beam scale for meal
bag on my shoulder my route, through 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
Ain't a dealer but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the
We get low and there's no idea the info
It's a rule of thumb, let dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 shoes and some

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