Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

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

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

It's written, Compton niggaz run from the law
we get Monopoly 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

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

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

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

No we smoke molta, move big cocoa
We off the train like the great space 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 flip Rovers
Before you even try to foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything

We ball out cursin', yeah we it the sickest
When we roll by the in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
dirty never clean but we live like kings

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

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

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

I'm from a batch it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple 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 color is up
Ain't a coke dealer but I got 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 no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

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