Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best since 'Pac got killed?
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', 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 just like me, it stay
Me and my niggaz stay fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz run from the law
we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll see a jail and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we with ours

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

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

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

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

Lock tight and rock right gray eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up in them flip Range Rovers
you even 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, that big face
Always dirty never but we live like kings

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

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

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
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 color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer but I got bricks for
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the
We get low and there's no idea the info
It's a of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' 20 inch shoes and some

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