Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

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

My momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him
Wanna cry when I him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This got me paranoid and woah i'm kinda scared
startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to
Cause nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk 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 everyday man dosia it toll
And live to be a G Original
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber they G's
Money shows ain't no joke, boy bow down to your knees
Situation critical, a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and ain't scared to die
So mix me with that bullshit and hit me that drank
me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time ain't in
My is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my fruit and think about the dead
And all my that had died because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga is typical
Check my I'm dyin inside, situations critical
Situations

Niggaz rich, knowin they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same in a roach infested house
Situation critical I think I'm to die
The enemy is up and fuckin off my high
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 down I read you like a book
No moneys there cuz I don't care, I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin hoes
Cause calms 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 week from eighth up to a half
And funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?
So this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
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 world mama, critical
Situations