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 summer
I my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming

Now who in the No one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a four-fifth and it like me, it stay 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 run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly 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 travel with

Poppin' 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, and Nick

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

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

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

Lock tight and right like gray eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up 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 roll by the quads in Z-66's
Big spittin', kitten, that big face greed
Always dirty never clean but we live like

Legendary Sting, it's a history to follow
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, start cryin'
Payback through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya block silent

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

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

I'm the ice holder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
a coke dealer 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 there's no idea the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm some 20 inch shoes and some

I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is
We check your five, the spot where the tec
And everybody holla the name
It's JT the Fillmoe streets to CPT