Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit ain't nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they
Money comes in ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are kinda po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin leagues and brag about the jack
critical this chewy got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga
My partners mamas rocks and turns into a hoe
His sister with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin 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 baked your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got than me
And whatever you got is more mine so nigga let me see
Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz
And snitches go from rags to right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king and niggaz want the
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin
The situations critical stories on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo bread but make sure you eat
But I ain't yet
The situations

My baby's trippin, got my son and I can't 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 scared
Niggaz to know my face so I had to cut my hair
nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you
Some that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like 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 knees
critical, fuck a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't to die
So mix me with that bullshit and hit me that drank
Make me with that bammer bitch and 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 fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died they had some bread
My is on another level nigga this is typical
Check my eyes I'm inside, situations critical
Situations

dressin rich, knowin they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the hood in a roach infested house
Situation I think I'm bout 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 I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down 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 includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday servin cluckers
up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they and they love when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over
Cause pussy calms a savage and it also makes you broke
when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my fool and check my state of mind
No how you makin paper nigga, thats 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 broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no
Its the same old song I'm doin wrong, doin is typical
the fuckin world mama, situations critical
Situations