Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since got killed?
I answered that question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when The is comin', after next summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard

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

It's written, Compton niggaz run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with and a board
So never see a jail and I'm allergic 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 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, start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block

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

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

Lock tight and rock right like gray eight
I'll be hittin' up spots in flip Range Rovers
you even try to play foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, everything over

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 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 off, full throttle

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

'Cause when shit get thick, start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start
Payback come violent, nigga
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
bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the ice makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite is rainbowed 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' some 20 inch and some

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