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 game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz caps
pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this chewy got me
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a pumped
My partners mamas smokin and turns into a hoe
His sister fuck with fat rat niggaz got her snortin blow
Killas move in silence and the jokers run mouth
Fightin that don't exist take that nigga out
Cause his is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect
Coke and dank sex then baked your in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop 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 snitches go from rags to right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king and niggaz the crown
So all you niggaz up you fuckers comin down
The situations critical with on the streets
em dead 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 keep 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 kinda
startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is thick from here to Alabama
Cause nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dosia it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G
Cause groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke, boy bow down to 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 bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time ain't in
My freedom is the only life, so fuck the pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and about the dead
And all my that had died because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is
Check my I'm dyin inside, situations critical
Situations

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