Luyện nghe bài hát Situation

(lynch):
The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get dirty
him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
I'm out that muthafucka about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, mask
In and out fast, murderous, vigorous
that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's
So I've in pussy since I could start nuttin'
I'm off cloraseptic and that robatussin
Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the of cadillac's on walter
Got a stinky to him, can't even hug my momma
I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, swallow my tongue
Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the run
Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, we barbacuin'
In a funky that's how we do it

Situation, it seems I'm in a situation again
I realize it's a situation of sin
I just wanna stop tryin'
Why must this shit involve dying?

(e-40):
shit like sosza, big bank hank
Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up nova, crank
Callin' on my gossipper, faulty chip
locker number, on the left side of my hip
Neighborhood watch better that ass
I'm a paperboy and I collects that
One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't last
On a block where I clock so fast
This is a up, nigga, don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, you gon' die
Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished 10
For what? for killin' my best
And murder again if I'm forced, then I must
After the first time the second was a rush
What about the third the third time felt like sex
What of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one works
I'll make a upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest
Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the
Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless that's small
theft, stealin' cars for fun
Snatchin' 'cause I'm young and dumb
If you a tourist check yo' map, don't the wrong turn
Might end up in the hood where you be learnin'

(first degree):
Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, stop
I got this dirty yemp distributin' my
But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' beavers
But I'm an over achiever these heaters
I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated bitch
Now she lookin' for a like me to feed her and shit
bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick
Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I you 'bout my strokes
But I done been gave that up, ain't no more
'cause a this and feelin', she strapped with the homies
And her mind got all of sacramento in a bind
Lizzy ann die, the situation just ain't right
she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her
I said I got mines, get off your ass and your daughter

(twamp dog):
at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
Talkin' bout me down to the sac town county jail,
Strapped up I did a jack
Armed and dangerous, 6 months to come and get me
Knowin' I'm into straps, 'cause time I get caught one was sittin' with me
2 time this, now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man with the quickness
Think about the that I did that night and what went wrong,
To get a rider
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, watched
Every 2 weeks another court date, I can win, that's no lie
Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the
his anger,
Watched fools me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time
Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga shit to me, heated like
Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas you
So it no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do?
it to another court room?
And that's the first step for me, my knew the d.a.
You know, so he to hook a brother up, you see
If I did a deal, it's only one year guaranteed
But I'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more
Tryin' to give 10 years, if I go to and lose the muthafucka
I messed around and had to go back to the first judge,
Sayin' work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me, no
need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll lose, or take my ass on the run
Or take a to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck
'cause doin' time is a mando and that got a muthafucka stuck