Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail and I'm allergic to
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, Atty and

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

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

No garbage we molta, move 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 right like gray eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up spots in them flip Rovers
Before you try to play foolish all over
out yo' pockets, turn everything over

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

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

When shit get thick, niggaz start
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 through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya block silent

I'm from a where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple scale 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 holder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My favorite is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer but I got 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 the info
a rule 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 your five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody gotta the name
It's JT the Fillmoe streets to CPT