Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit ain't nothin
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they
comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, ain't no hope this niggaz peelin caps
pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga
My mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
His fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin blow
Killas move in and the jokers run they mouth
fools that don't exist take that nigga out
Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers your respect
Coke and dank sex then your homies in the set
So flash yo and whoop your ass if you've got more than me
And whatever you got is more mine so nigga let me see
Cause jealousy's when it comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go from rags to riches right the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king and want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin
The situations with stories on the streets
em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat
But I ain't 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 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 to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face"
Some niggaz talk about 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 to be a G Original
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and band they G's
Money shows this no joke, boy bow down to your knees
Situation critical, a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and they scared to die
So mix me with bullshit and hit me with that drank
Make me with that bammer and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time runnin 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 had died because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is
Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations
Situations

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin broke without a doubt
and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house
Situation critical I I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my
A nigga hit the 5th and it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I 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 what they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the to kill and that includes the rollers
2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it also you broke
when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation fool and check my of mind
No matter how you makin paper nigga, 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 fuck these records, these raps
My mother's broke there 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, situations
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