Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this ain't nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz they life
Money comes in different ways, the dope kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this peelin caps
Gangstas pullin leagues and brag about the jack
Situation this chewy got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga
My mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
His sister fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin
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 takin your respect
Coke and dank sex 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
jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go from to riches right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz up you fuckers comin down
The situations critical stories on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo but make sure that you eat
But I done yet
The critical

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I keep him
Wanna cry when I him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This chewy got me and woah i'm kinda scared
startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is gettin from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man takes it toll
And live to be a G Original
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and band they G's
Money shows ain't no joke, boy bow down to your knees
critical, fuck a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and ain't scared to die
So mix me that bullshit and hit me with that drank
Make me with that bitch 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 died because had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga is typical
Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, critical
critical

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin 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 fuckin off my
A hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot
Now before you you best calm down cause I read you like a book
No moneys there cuz I don't care, I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over
Cause pussy a savage beast and it also makes you broke
Especially when that sexy 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 these 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 doin wrong, doin this is
Fuck the fuckin mama, situations critical
critical