Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac got killed?
I answered that question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', after next
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 and it just like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my stay blunted fogged up in the 600
as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from a batch it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam 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
a coke dealer but I got bricks 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 no idea with the info
It's a of thumb, let them 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 spot the tec dies
And everybody holla the name
JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT