Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the best since 'Pac got killed?
I done answered that question when I copped my
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', next summer
I my shit'll 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 niggaz stay fogged up in the 600
as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors

It's written, Compton niggaz never run the law
Plus we get money with 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

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through Gras
Thinkin' 'bout beads and titties as I 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, niggaz dyin'
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers cryin'
Payback come violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole silent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from a batch where it no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, the back of the jet
To bag up and everybody know it

I'm the ice 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 can't compete when I walk in the streets
We get low and there's no idea with the
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a
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 holla the name
It's JT the Fillmoe streets to CPT