Luyện nghe bài hát Critical

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critical

Streets
this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a
Paid for the case nigga the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they
Gang of young niggas yeah and wild
That whites
All my niggas head tonight
All my niggas bread tonight
back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250
no scales its digital
Cookin' chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I the streets like critical

I'm rapping
I'm still
'em all my life
But I clap 'em
Yeah I I don't own a team
But so what I'm still a captain
Guns up, my stacked
My work guaranteed, back
I sold and I slung crack
Twelve twelve, them sacks
I'm done that
I had fun with
Y'all go ahead, run with that
Only thing the game of life is
you lose you can't run it back
Block-boomin,
asking, stop assuming
Better me there's not a human
the plates off, cop a new one
Two door cost me a quarter
sure you knock off all the pills
Spent a little extra, caught the
44 Bulldog off your
First they get your name, then they get files
Then sit you down
Street is critical

Streets

this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60
Pay for the nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a
Gang of bad yeah and they foul
Gang of niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly
All my gettin' head tonight
All my gettin' bread tonight
back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250
Ain't no scales its
Cookin' them chickens like Mr.
I know the streets like critical

On my 87, my lit
Got a .40 cal for the shit
it stupid head, now its superhead
All I know is she a bitch
My gone, my mind blown
All the that my mind on
Streets are waitin' for, niggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my on
My cup full, my pocket full, my tank on "E" bitch
All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they on me
Summer time, 9's, cook 'em shits like dinner hoe
Every day is my birthday, it's every month September hoe
Got this Rollie on, lookin' holy
Back back you don't me hommes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass I'll show you homes
All about my money hoe, my money your money slow
Sitting back my money
believe me and my money know that

Streets

Bumpin' this bud like
Bought me two bricks me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a
Paid for the nigga beat the trial
Bought a nigga and a dial
of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of niggas yeah and they wild
pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' tonight
All my gettin' bread tonight
back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250
Ain't no its digital
Cookin' them chickens Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets critical