Luyện nghe bài hát When... Get Thick

Who the best rapper since 'Pac got killed
I done that question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when the is comin', after 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 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
we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or at 'em, so we travel with ours

Poppin' Crist' in the 6, like we drivin' Mardi Gras
Thinkin' 'bout beads and 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

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 block silent,

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

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

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

We out cursin' 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 Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for stingin' known for off hollows
me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle
And me act bad and take off, full throttle

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

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

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

I'm the iceholder makin' the cut, breakin' 'em up
My color is rainbowed up
Ain't a dealer, but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got

You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the
We Get Low, and there's no with the info
It's a 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 is live
We check five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody gotta Holla, the
It's JT the Fillmore streets to CPT