Luyện nghe bài hát Critical

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Streets

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

I'm still
I'm trapping
Know 'em all my
But I clap 'em
Yeah I know I own a team
But so bitch I'm still a captain
Guns up, my stacked
My work guaranteed, money
I sold and I slung crack
Twelve twelve, them sacks
I'm with that
I had fun with
go ahead, y'all run with that
Only thing about the game of is
When you lose you can't run it
Block-boomin,
Start asking, stop
Better than me there's not a
the plates off, cop a new one
Two door cost me a quarter
Make sure you off all the pills
Spent a little extra, the deal
44 Bulldog off your
First get your name, then they get your files
Then sit you down
life is critical

Streets

Bumpin' this bud Mistercap
Bought me two bricks me 60 thou
Pay for the nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga the trial
Bought a nigga and a dial
Gang of bad yeah and they foul
Gang of young yeah and they wild
pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head
All my niggas bread tonight
Sittin' back sure the bread is right
Two-door 250 thou
Ain't no its digital
Cookin' chickens like Mr. Chow
I know the streets like critical

On my 87, my lit
Got a .40 cal for the shit
Call it head, now its superhead
All I know is she a bitch
My mind gone, my blown
All the that my mind on
Streets are waitin' for, hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on
My cup full, my pocket full, my 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' homes
back you don't know me hommes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I'll you homes
All about my money hoe, my money your money slow
Sitting back my money
Best believe me and my know that

critical

Bumpin' this bud Mistercap
Bought me two bricks me 60 thou
Pay for the nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the
a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad yeah and they foul
Gang of young yeah and they wild
pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head
All my gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250
Ain't no its digital
Cookin' them like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like