Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got
I done answered that question when I 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 and it just like me, it stay gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

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

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' through Mardi
Thinkin' beads and titties 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, huh

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

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

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

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

We ball out cursin' yeah we it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them
Big spittin', grip kitten, that big greed
Always dirty clean but we live like kings

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

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

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

I'm from a where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for
Duffle bag on my my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody it

I'm the makin' the cut, never breakin' 'em up
My favorite color is 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 when I in the streets
We Get Low, and there's no 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 wide body XM-5, all my is live
We check your five, the spot the tec dies
And gotta Holla, the name
It's JT the Fillmore streets to CPT