Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz they life
Money comes in ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz caps
pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this got me stuck
It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a pumped
My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns a hoe
His sister fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin
Killas move in and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin fools that don't exist that nigga out
Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers your respect
and dank sex then baked your homies in the set
So yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got more 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 to riches right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin
The situations with stories on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo bread but sure that you eat
But I done yet
The critical

My baby's 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
chewy got me paranoid and woah i'm kinda scared
Niggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my
Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live Tony "Face" Montana
Some talk 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 everyday 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 no joke, boy bow down to your 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 with that
Make me with that bammer and rush me with that dank
Time is out partna, time ain't runnin in
My freedom is the life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and think the dead
And all my that had died because they had some bread
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 in the same hood in a roach infested house
Situation critical I I'm bout to die
The is creepin up and fuckin off my high
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it in desperation
Wipe the sweat, my chest, and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down cause I you like a book
No moneys there cuz I don't care, cause I won't look
Thangs ain't what they to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin
up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and love when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over
Cause calms 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, thats a
My endo have an increase week from eighth up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka, why you laugh?
So fuck this fame and fuck records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there no hope, her son ain't got no snaps
Its the same old song I'm wrong, doin this is typical
Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations
Situations