Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit ain't nothin
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose life
Money comes in ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz peelin
pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical chewy got me stuck
It dont calm a 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 silence and the run they mouth
Fightin fools that exist take 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
Cause jealousy's when it comes to niggaz bread
And go from rags to riches right into the feds
Cause coke is and money is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin
The critical with stories on the streets
em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat
But I ain't yet
The situations

My momas trippin, got my son and I can't 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 kinda
Niggaz to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face"
Some talk about 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 everyday man dosia takes it
And motherfuckas to be a G Original
kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke, boy bow to your knees
critical, fuck a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and they scared to die
So mix me that bullshit and hit me with that drank
Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with dank
Time is runnin out partna, time runnin in
My is the only life, so fuck 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 level nigga this is typical
my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical
Situations

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