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 when The is comin', after next summer
I predict my shit'll drop the next Howard homecoming

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

It's written, Compton never 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 behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with

Crist' in the 6, like 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 cryin'
Payback through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block

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

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

Lock tight and rock right like gray oz's
I'll be hittin' up 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 roll by the 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 to follow
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 shit get thick, niggaz dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start
Payback come through violent,
We hit blocks, bust shots, ya whole block silent

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

I'm from a batch 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 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 can't compete when I in the streets
We get low and there's no with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 shoes and some

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