Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz they life
Money comes in different ways, the dope kinda slow
Niggaz to havin money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag the jack
Situation critical chewy got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but a nigga pumped
My partners smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
His sister with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin blow
Killas move in silence and the run they mouth
Fightin fools that don't take that nigga out
Cause his is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect
and dank sex then baked your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop ass if you've got more than me
And whatever you got is more than mine so let me see
jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go from rags to riches into the feds
Cause is queen and money is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers down
The situations with stories on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo 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 got me paranoid and woah i'm kinda scared
startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but no you won't
niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man 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 to your knees
critical, fuck 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
me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time runnin in
My freedom is the only life, so the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy and think about the dead
And all my niggaz had died because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga is typical
Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations
critical

Niggaz dressin rich, they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same hood in a roach house
Situation critical I think I'm 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 I plot 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 even
ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and love when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it makes you broke
Especially that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation fool and check my of mind
No matter how you makin nigga, thats a grind
My endo have an this week from eighth up to a half
And funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?
So this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps
Its the old song I'm doin wrong, doin this is typical
Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations
Situations