Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

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

Now who in the runnin', no one, ask the niggaz who it
I got a four-fifth and it just 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 never run from the law
Plus we get money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm to bars
sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

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

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 silent,

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

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

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

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

Legendary like Sting, it's a history to
But not for stingin' known for gettin' off hollows
Shoot me a of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle
And me act bad and take off, full throttle

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

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

I'm the makin' 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 there's no idea with the
It's a rule of thumb, let dudes a come
I'm some, 20 inch shoes and some

I'm in the body XM-5, all my snakes is live
We check five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody gotta Holla, the
It's JT from the streets to CPT