Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

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

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through Mardi
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 shit get thick, niggaz start
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback come through violent,
We hit blocks, bust shots, ya whole block silent

'Cause when shit get thick, 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 smoke molta, big cocoa
We off the train tracks like the great space
We hit big and consistent like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war like United soldiers

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

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

Legendary Sting, it's a history to follow
But not for stingin' known for gettin' off hollows
Shoot me a of Remy, fuck 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 cryin'
Payback through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole silent

'Cause shit get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback come through violent,
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
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

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

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