Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

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

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I keep him
cry when 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 my face so I had to cut my hair
nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dosia it toll
And motherfuckas to be a G Original
kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows ain't no joke, boy bow down to your knees
Situation critical, 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 with that bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, ain't runnin in
My freedom is the only life, so fuck the pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and think 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 dyin inside, situations
critical

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