Luyện nghe bài hát When Shit Get Thick

Who really the rapper since 'Pac got killed?
I done that question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when The Game is comin', after summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the 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, blunts in the air, guns in the

written, Compton niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a
So I'll never see a and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with

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

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

'Cause when shit get thick, niggaz start
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, big cocoa
We off the train tracks like the great space
We hit real big and consistent Sam Sosa
Prepare for war United States soldiers

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

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

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

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

when shit 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

I'm from a where 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 ice holder makin' the cut, never 'em up
My color is rainbowed 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 when I walk in the streets
We get low and there's no with the info
a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin' some 20 inch shoes and

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