Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation this shit ain't nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for so niggaz lose they life
Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda
Niggaz to havin money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there no hope this niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a pumped
My partners smokin rocks 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 that don't take that nigga out
Cause his love is murder, two burgers takin your respect
Coke and dank sex baked your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and your ass if you've got more than me
And you got is more than mine so nigga let me see
Cause jealousy's reality when it to niggaz bread
And snitches go from rags to riches right into the
Cause coke is 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
Kill em and get yo bread but make sure that you eat
But I done yet
The situations

My momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him
Wanna cry I hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This chewy got me paranoid and woah i'm 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 talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like man dosia takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber they G's
shows this ain't no joke, boy bow down to your 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 that bammer bitch and rush me with dank
Time is runnin out partna, ain't runnin in
My freedom is the only life, so the fuckin pen
So as I my juicy fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died because they had some
My mind is on another level this is typical
Check my I'm dyin inside, situations critical
critical

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same hood in a infested house
Situation I think I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot
Now before you clown you best calm cause I read you like a book
No moneys there cuz I don't care, cause I won't even
Thangs what they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the
Cause 2, 4, 7 like niggaz servin cluckers
up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money
But mosta the time these niggaz be over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it also makes you
when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation and check my state of mind
No matter how you makin nigga, thats a grind
My endo have an increase this week from eighth up to a
And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you
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 old song I'm doin wrong, doin this is typical
Fuck the fuckin world mama, critical
Situations