Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit ain't nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz they life
Money comes in different ways, the dope game's slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the
Situation critical this got me stuck
It calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped
My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns a hoe
His sister fuck with fat rat that got her snortin blow
Killas move in and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin that don't exist take that nigga out
Cause his love is murder, two jack takin your respect
Coke and dank sex then your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got more me
And whatever you got is than mine so nigga let me see
Cause jealousy's reality it comes to niggaz bread
And go from rags to riches right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king and want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you comin down
The critical with stories on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo bread but make sure you eat
But I ain't yet
The situations

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I keep him
Wanna cry I hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This got me paranoid and woah i'm kinda scared
Niggaz startin to know my so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from to Alabama
Cause every tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you
Some niggaz that of playin hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G
Cause groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money this ain't no joke, boy bow down to your knees
critical, fuck a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz and they ain't scared to die
So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that
Make me with bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, ain't runnin in
My freedom is the life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died they had some bread
My mind is on another level this is typical
Check my eyes I'm inside, situations critical
Situations

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a
and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house
Situation I think I'm bout to die
The enemy is up and fuckin off my high
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down cause I read you like a
No moneys there cuz I don't care, I won't even look
Thangs ain't they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like niggaz servin cluckers
up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some say they gangstas and they love when money folds
But mosta the time niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it makes you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all coke
So check my situation fool and check my of mind
No matter how you makin paper nigga, thats a
My endo an increase this week from eighth up to a half
And nothin motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?
So fuck this fame and fuck records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps
Its the same old I'm doin wrong, doin this is typical
Fuck the fuckin mama, situations critical
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