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 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 and it just like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, in the air, guns in the doors

It's written, Compton never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money 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 with ours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, never '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 no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

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