Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

Now who in the No one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a and it just like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay blunted up in the 600
Guilty as charged, in the air, guns in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with 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 with ours

Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through Mardi Gras
Thinkin' 'bout beads and 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

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

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

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

Lock and rock right like gray eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up in them flip Range Rovers
Before you even try to foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, everything over

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

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

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

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

I'm from a batch where it no cut, we all in
36 on a beam 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 holder the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is up
Ain't a coke dealer but I got for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

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

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