Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac got killed?
I done answered question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', after next
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 gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay fogged 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 hotels 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 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 did Ellie, Atty and Nick

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

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

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

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 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 face
Always dirty never clean but we live kings

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

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

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

I'm from a batch it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam for meal
bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know it

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke but I got bricks 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 with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch and some

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