Luyện nghe bài hát Critical

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critical

Streets
this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60
Pay for the coke and a smile
Paid for the nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex and a dial
Gang of bad yeah and they foul
Gang of niggas yeah and they wild
That whites
All my niggas gettin' head
All my niggas gettin' tonight
back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250
no scales its digital
Cookin' chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like

I'm rapping
I'm still
'em all my life
But I still 'em
Yeah I I don't own a team
But so what bitch I'm a captain
Guns up, my money
My work guaranteed, money
I sold dope and I slung
Twelve twelve, them hundred
I'm done that
I had fun with
Y'all go ahead, y'all run with
Only thing about the game of is
When you lose you run it back
Block-boomin,
asking, stop assuming
Better me there's not a human
the plates off, cop a new one
Two door cost me a quarter
sure you knock off all the pills
Spent a little extra, caught the
44 off your grill
First they get your name, then they get your
Then they sit you
Street life is

critical

Bumpin' bud like Mistercap
Bought me two call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a
Paid for the case beat the trial
a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches and they foul
Gang of young niggas and they wild
That whites
All my niggas head tonight
All my niggas bread tonight
Sittin' make sure the bread is right
cost 250 thou
Ain't no its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr.
Yeah I know the streets critical

On my 87, my lit
Got a .40 cal for the dumb
it stupid head, now its superhead
All I is she a dumb bitch
My mind gone, my blown
All the that my mind on
Streets are for, niggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on
My cup full, my full, my tank never on "E" bitch
All 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they on me bitch
Summer time, four 9's, cook 'em shits like hoe
Every day is my birthday, it's like month September hoe
Got this Rollie on, lookin' holy
back you don't know me hommes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove show you homes
All about my money hoe, my money your money slow
Sitting my money grow
Best believe me and my money know

critical

Bumpin' bud like Mistercap
me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga the trial
a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad yeah and they foul
Gang of young yeah and they wild
That pearly
All my gettin' head tonight
All my gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make the bread is right
Two-door cost 250
no scales its digital
Cookin' chickens like Mr. Chow
I know the streets like critical