Luyện nghe bài hát Situation

(lynch):
The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope heard me
I'm out that muthafucka about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast
that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 old gettin' raped by my momma's partner
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 but I knew he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on
Got a stinky smell to him, can't hug my momma
I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might my tongue
Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the run
Get the flame thrower, fluid, paper plates, 'cause we barbacuin'
In a funky situation how we do it

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

(e-40):
Runnin' like sosza, big bank hank
Smebbin' in a performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank
Callin' shots on my gossipper, chip
1-800 number, on the left side of my hip
Neighborhood better watch that ass
I'm a paperboy and I collects that
One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass gon' last
On a block where I cash so fast
This is a stick up, nigga, even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you die
I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10
For what? for killin' my best
And I'll murder again if I'm forced, I must
After the first time the time was a rush
What about the third time? the time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one best
I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 in his chest
Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the
Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless that's small
Auto theft, cars for fun
Snatchin' 'cause I'm young and dumb
If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong
Might end up in the hood where you gon' be

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

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