Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

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

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't him
cry when I hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This chewy got me and woah i'm kinda scared
Niggaz startin to know my so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is thick from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about kill, but nigga no you won't
niggaz that dream 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 shows this ain't no joke, boy bow down to knees
Situation critical, a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't to die
So mix me with that and hit me with that drank
Make me with bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time ain't in
My freedom is the only life, so fuck the pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and about the dead
And all my niggaz that had because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is
Check my eyes I'm inside, situations critical
Situations

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke a doubt
and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house
Situation critical I 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, my chest, and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best down cause I read you like a book
No moneys cuz I don't care, cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz cluckers
up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it makes you broke
Especially when sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation fool and check my of mind
No matter how you paper nigga, thats a grind
My endo have an this week from eighth up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka, why you laugh?
So fuck this fame and these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no
Its the same old song I'm wrong, doin this is typical
Fuck the fuckin world mama, critical
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