Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lock tight and rock right like eight oz's
I'll be hittin' up spots in them Range Rovers
Before you even try to foolish all over
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, that big greed
Always dirty never clean but we live like

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

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

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

I'm from a batch where it 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 holder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is up
Ain't a coke but I got bricks 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 with the info
It's a of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

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