Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail and I'm to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we with ours

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

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

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

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

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

We out cursin', yeah we keep it the sickest
we roll by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty never clean but we like kings

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

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

'Cause shit get thick, niggaz start 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 know it

I'm the ice holder the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is 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 when I walk 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 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 gotta holla the
It's JT from the Fillmoe to CPT