Luyện nghe bài hát Situation

(lynch):
The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, nobody heard me
I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that
Zip lock, bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast
Stroke nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my wet
grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner
So I've been in pussy since I start nuttin'
I'm off that cloraseptic and robatussin
Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real but I knew he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on
Got a stinky smell to him, even hug my momma
I'm so sick I sleep at night, might swallow my tongue
Get all the gas out the closet, let the water run
Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, we barbacuin'
In a funky situation how we do it

Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation
I fuckin' realize it's a of sin
I just wanna stop tryin'
Why must this always involve dying?

(e-40):
Runnin' shit sosza, big bank hank
Smebbin' in a performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank
Callin' shots on my gossipper, chip
1-800 number, on the left side of my hip
Neighborhood watch better that ass
I'm a paperboy and I collects that
One muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last
On a block where I clock cash so
This is a stick up, nigga, don't try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you die
Pressure I apply, no lie, I got finished doin' 10
For what? for my best friend
And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I
After the time the second time was a rush
What about the third the third time felt like sex
What kind of did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one works
make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest
Vandalism, taggin' all names on the wall
Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's
Auto theft, cars for fun
Snatchin' 'cause I'm young and dumb
If you a check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn
end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'

(first degree):
Rock it, don't it, rock it, don't stop
I got this yemp distributin' my womp
But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like
But I'm an over around these heaters
I don't a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch
Now she for a nigga like me to feed her and shit
bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick
Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I you 'bout my strokes
But I done been that up, ain't healthy no more
a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies
And her weak mind got all of sacramento in a
Lizzy ann must die, the situation just ain't
'cause she got to her gums like her momma, so I called her
I I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter

(twamp dog):
Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four the back
bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail,
Strapped up I did a jack
and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me
Knowin' I'm into straps, 'cause every I get caught one was sittin' with me
2 before this, now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the
Think about the work I did that night and what went wrong,
To get a rider
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, watched
Every 2 another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie
Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge in the eyes
his anger,
Watched before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time
Bein' a bitch muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like
Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I muthafuckas like you
So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, gon' do?
Take it to another room?
And that's the first for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.
You know, so he tried to a brother up, you see
If I did take a deal, only one year guaranteed
But I'm bout to give work for in a couple more weeks
Tryin' to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the
Then I messed and had to go back to the first judge,
Sayin' work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me, no
need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm
Go to trial where probably lose, or take my ass on the run
Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm struck
'cause time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck