Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit ain't nothin
Motherfuckers for keeps so niggaz lose they life
Money comes in different ways, the game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there no hope this niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag the jack
Situation critical this got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a pumped
My partners smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
His sister fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her blow
Killas move in and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin fools that don't exist that nigga out
Cause his is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect
Coke and dank sex then baked homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got than me
And whatever you got is more than so nigga let me see
Cause reality when it comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go rags to riches right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin
The critical with stories on the streets
Kill em 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 woah i'm scared
startin to know 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 Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but 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 to be a G Original
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and band they G's
shows this ain't 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 that bullshit and hit me that drank
Make me with that bammer and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time runnin in
My is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is
Check my I'm dyin inside, situations critical
critical

Niggaz 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 there cuz I don't care, cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they used to be a told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that 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 mosta the time these niggaz be beefin hoes
Cause pussy a savage beast and it also makes you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all coke
So check my situation fool and check my state of
No how you makin paper nigga, thats a grind
My endo have an this week from eighth up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you
So fuck this fame and fuck 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 wrong, doin this is typical
the fuckin world mama, situations critical
Situations