Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who the best rapper since 'Pac got killed
I done answered that question when I my deal
Ask yourself when the is comin', after 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 just like me, it gunnin'
Me and my niggaz stay blunted up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, in the doors

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm to bars
Can't sit 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours

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

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, 'cause

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

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

Lock and rock right like grey 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 yeah we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always 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, nah fuck it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and off, full throttle

When 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

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

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

I'm the iceholder 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 there's no idea with the
a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some, 20 inch shoes and

I'm in the wide body XM-5, all my snakes is
We your five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody gotta Holla, the
JT from the Fillmore streets to CPT