Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

Situation critical this shit ain't nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they
Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda
used to havin money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the
Situation critical this got me stuck
It calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped
My partners smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
His fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin blow
Killas move in and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin that don't exist take that nigga out
his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect
Coke and sex then baked 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
Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to bread
And snitches go rags to riches right into the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king and want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you comin down
The situations critical stories on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo bread but make that you eat
But I done yet
The critical

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I 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 so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is gettin from here to Alabama
Cause nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that 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 keys the juke, and rubber band G's
Money shows ain't no joke, boy bow down to your knees
Situation critical, a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz and they ain't scared to die
So mix me that bullshit and hit me with that drank
me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time runnin in
My freedom is the only life, so the fuckin pen
So as I chew my fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died because they had bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is
Check my I'm dyin inside, situations critical
critical

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke a doubt
Born and raised in the same in a roach infested house
Situation I think I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my
A nigga hit the 5th and it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot
Now before you clown you calm down cause I read you like a book
No moneys there cuz I care, cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they to be a motherfucka told ya
got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy
niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds
But mosta the time niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage and it also makes you broke
Especially that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation fool and my state of mind
No matter how you makin paper nigga, a grind
My endo have an increase this week from eighth up to a
And funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?
So fuck this and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there no hope, her son ain't got no snaps
Its the old song I'm doin wrong, doin this is typical
the fuckin world mama, situations critical
Situations