Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac got killed
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself when the Game is comin', after next
I predict my shit'll drop before the Howard homecoming

Now who in the runnin', no one, ask the who want it
I got a four-fifth and it like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my niggaz 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 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' 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 Lakers did Ellie, and Nick, huh

When shit get thick, niggaz dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback come through violent,
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 block silent

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

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

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

Legendary Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for stingin' known for gettin' off
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah 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'
come through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent,

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

I'm from a batch where it 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 know it

I'm the iceholder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is up
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz compete when I walk in the streets
We Get Low, and there's no idea the info
It's a of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 inch shoes and

I'm in the wide body XM-5, all my snakes is
We your five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody Holla, the name
It's JT the Fillmore streets to CPT