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

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

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a
So I'll never see a jail and I'm to bars
sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' Mardi Gras
Thinkin' 'bout 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 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

'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 whole block

No garbage we smoke molta, move big
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 like eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up spots in them flip Range
Before you even try to play foolish all
Empty out yo' pockets, everything over

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

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

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

'Cause when get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
come 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 my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, 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 niggaz can't compete when I in the streets
We get low and no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them 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 gotta holla the name
It's JT from the Fillmoe to CPT