Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit nothin nice
Motherfuckers for keeps so niggaz lose they life
Money comes in ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin po'
Dank or dope, ain't no hope this niggaz peelin caps
pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this got me stuck
It dont calm a down but keeps a nigga pumped
My partners mamas rocks and turns into a hoe
His fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin blow
Killas move in silence and the jokers run mouth
Fightin fools that don't exist take nigga out
Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers your respect
Coke and dank sex then 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 coke is queen and money is and niggaz want the crown
So all you goin up you fuckers comin down
The critical with stories on the streets
em dead 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 hear him on the phone, but she let me see him
This chewy got me paranoid and i'm kinda scared
Niggaz startin to know my so I had to cut my hair
nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face"
Some niggaz talk they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dosia it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G
Cause kill groups, its the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke, boy bow to your knees
Situation critical, a 9 to 5
Chewy got these amped and they ain't scared to die
So mix me with that and hit me with that drank
Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me that dank
Time is out partna, time ain't runnin in
My freedom is the only life, so the fuckin pen
So as I my juicy fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died because they had some
My mind is on another nigga this is typical
my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical
Situations

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they 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 home in
the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm cause I read you like a book
No there cuz I don't care, cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday servin cluckers
up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some say they gangstas and they love when money folds
But mosta the time these be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it also you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all coke
So check my situation fool and check my of mind
No matter how you 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 and fuck 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 wrong, doin this is typical
Fuck the world mama, situations critical
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