Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Baronne Awk Awk

I say boot up or up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or up or
Get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah

First

Chillin' on the set with the fully tec
Never was caught slippin' how I got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo breath
Now everybody comin' up to be the and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and
But I'm a you who the real fuckin' killer is
It's an third ward it's an third ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward got the bitches and money
I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get fucked up
My nigga t got a and brought two cups
ya is chillin' yella is thuggin' and talkin' on the phone
And I'm chillin' on 6th and baronne they us
U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we straight out the
one two three let a bitch rub up on us
I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil'
Bout 6th and

Second
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I was chillin' on the of 6th and baronne
With a forty in my hand and to get tore
I got my dope and a tec on my side
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin'
For them ass niggas I've been try'na kill
I got a bullet proof vest and made of steel
For you sissy ass thinkin' they hard
I get my tec and my nine and to pull yo car
When a nigga's on the set we money again
Drinkin' red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
It's up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all done
This is the I call my mutherfuckin' home
I'm chillin' on 6th and baronne

I say up or shut up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

verse
{yella

Here come's an hard head rapper to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not stallion
and raised in third because that's my home
There's not gangster set like 6th and baronne
Because the peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the first and to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin' up but I don't care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug
I ride on gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
Cash money ya got to stay legit
Throwin' in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog take her to wall street and make her bow
All the in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo now ya feel good
I'm for a gangster strap can't you tell
I know a buildin' down with me of the melph a mene and del a
Tec-9, lil' ya me myself yella boy we all third ward
Not no or little boys I'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome
(why) because I'm a gangster 6th and baronne

I say boot up or up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or up or
Get yo life lit up
yeah yeah wootay

Forth

Growin' up was hard but it all off well
I was eleven when I started to sell
6th and baronne was the set I sold rocks
Drinks done went because I'm servin' the block
Now I'm on the run I I got to go
I slipped and sold to an undercover
They say got a reward if ya know where I'm at
But I'm gonna make it for 'em because I'm packin' a gat
Now I never was the type to run from my home (why)
I'm a nigga from 6th and baronne

I say up or shut up
Nigga get yo lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

verse
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I was chillin' on the corner with the fuckin' chrome
Makin' boo-koo on 6th and baronne
All the gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin'
Yes he strapped a twenty two
Tec is in the house chillin' moe
While kerri on the floor doggin'
a ho chella's in the house chillin'
With lamb ronda with keisha
With them bitches they don't give a
Gettin' her haircut sue tyra got a bitch
You know what to do is on there other end
on the pay phone and I'm chillin' on
6th and

I say up or shut up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
yeah yeah wootay

Sixth
{yella

I got to my damn back
For the robbers and the
Like in the fuckin' pin I my knife
Then I shank ya because I know I got to that
Because some try'na creep up bests believe I got my gat
You will never me slippin' 'cause the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my product man ya be trippin'
'cause a gangster out that third to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the
a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set yo back against the puppet
I'm takin' no shorts in the game of ya better come correct
Sucker this shit ain't no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my hand got to a hundred gee's
Just to be then nigga again because I'm makin' big
And packin' the chrome (why yella) I'm a gangster
From 6th and

I say boot up or up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah wootay