Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who the best rapper since 'Pac got killed?
I done answered question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', next summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the next 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 stay blunted fogged 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 and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

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

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

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

No we smoke 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the ice makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
a coke dealer but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete 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 some 20 inch shoes and some

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