Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical shit ain't nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so lose they life
Money comes in ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz to havin money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there no hope this niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag the jack
Situation this chewy got me stuck
It dont a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped
My partners mamas smokin rocks and into a hoe
His sister fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her blow
Killas move in and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin fools don't exist take that nigga out
his love is murder, two jack 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 more me
And whatever you got is more than mine so let me see
Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to bread
And snitches go from rags to riches right into the
coke is queen and money is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you comin down
The situations critical with stories on the
Kill em and get yo bread but make sure that you eat
But I done yet
The situations

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

Niggaz rich, knowin they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same hood in a roach infested
Situation critical I I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and off my high
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it in desperation
Wipe the sweat, my chest, and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm cause I read you like a book
No there cuz I don't care, cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love money folds
But the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy a savage beast and it also makes you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is 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 increase this week from eighth up to a
And nothin funny motherfucka, why you laugh?
So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these
My mother's there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps
Its the same old song I'm doin wrong, doin this is
Fuck the fuckin mama, situations critical
Situations