Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who really the best rapper 'Pac got killed
I done answered that question when I copped my
Ask yourself the Game is comin', after next summer
I predict my 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, in the air, guns in the doors

It's written, niggaz never run from the law
we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm to bars
sit behind '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
Like the Lakers did Ellie, and Nick, huh

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

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

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

Lock tight and 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 keep it the
we roll by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin', grip kitten, big face greed
Always dirty never clean but we like kings

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

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

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

I'm from a batch where it no cut, we all in
36 on a triple scale for meal
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the of the jet
To bag up baguettes and know 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 can't compete when 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 and some

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