Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin', yeah we it the sickest
When we roll by the in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, that big face
Always never clean but we live 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 off, full throttle

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

'Cause when get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start
Payback through 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 triple beam for meal
bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is up
Ain't a coke but I got bricks 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 no idea with the info
a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

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