Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac got killed?
I done answered that when I copped 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 runnin'? No one, ask the niggaz who it
I got a four-fifth and it just me, it stay gunnin'
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 never run the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with and a board
So I'll never see a and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or at 'em, so we travel with ours

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

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

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

Lock and rock right like gray eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up spots in them Range Rovers
Before you even try to foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, turn 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 greed
Always dirty clean but we live like kings

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 whole
And me act bad and take off, full throttle

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

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

I'm a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a beam scale for meal
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, 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 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 with the info
a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
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 gotta holla the name
JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT