Luyện nghe bài hát Situations Critical

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

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't him
Wanna cry when I hear him on the phone, but she 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 from here to Alabama
every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G
kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows this no joke, boy bow down 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 bullshit and hit me with drank
Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with dank
Time is runnin out partna, time ain't in
My is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz had died because they had some bread
My mind is on level nigga this is typical
my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical
Situations

Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a
and raised 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 home in
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down I read you like a book
No moneys there cuz I don't care, cause I won't even
Thangs ain't what they used to be a told ya
Niggaz got the mind to and that includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like niggaz servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love money folds
But mosta the these niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy calms a savage beast and it also makes you
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, a grind
My endo have an increase this week from up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka, why you laugh?
So this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no
Its the same old song I'm doin wrong, doin this is
Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations
Situations