Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac got killed?
I done answered that when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when The is comin', after next summer
I predict my drop before the next Howard 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, Compton niggaz never run the law
we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel ours

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

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin', yeah we keep it the
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', kitten, that big face greed
Always dirty never but we live like kings

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

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

'Cause when get thick, niggaz start dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, 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 beam scale for
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the ice makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a dealer 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 no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

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