Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

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

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't 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 face so I had to cut my
Cause nigga, is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face"
Some niggaz talk they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 everyday man dosia takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke, boy bow down to your
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 with drank
Make me with that bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time ain't in
My freedom is the life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and think the dead
And all my niggaz had died because they had some bread
My mind is on another nigga this is typical
Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, critical
critical

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke a doubt
Born and raised in the hood in a roach infested house
Situation critical I think I'm to die
The enemy is creepin up and off my high
A hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and I plot 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 ain't what they used to be a motherfucka ya
got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they when money folds
But the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy a savage beast and it also makes you broke
Especially that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my fool and check my state of mind
No matter how you paper nigga, thats a grind
My endo have an increase this from eighth up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you
So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck 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 mama, situations critical
Situations