Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get money 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' Crist' in the 6, we drivin' through Mardi Gras
Thinkin' 'bout beads and titties as I roll the city
And I keep 16 in the and I let 'em all go
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin', we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty never 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 glass of Remy, fuck it the whole
And watch me act bad and take off, full

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

'Cause shit 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

I'm from a where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a beam scale for meal
Duffle bag on my my route, through 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 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 when I walk in the streets
We get low and there's no idea with the
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 is live
We your five, the spot where the tec dies
And gotta holla the name
It's JT the Fillmoe streets to CPT