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 No one, ask the niggaz 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, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail and I'm allergic to
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 roll the city
And I keep 16 in the and I let 'em all go
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick

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

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

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

Lock tight and rock right gray eight oz's
be hittin' 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 roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', grip kitten, that big face
dirty never clean but we live like kings

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

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

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple scale 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 makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke 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 of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm some 20 inch shoes and some

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