Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Baronne Awk Awk

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

verse

Chillin' on the set the fully automatic tec
Never was slippin' that's how I got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' to death
Ya with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and
Now everybody comin' up to be the and gangsters
But I'm a tell you who the fuckin' killer is
It's an third ward it's an third ward nigga
Yes it's an third nigga got the bitches and money
While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get up
My nigga t got a and brought two cups
Lil' ya is chillin' 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
Fuckin' one two let a bitch rub up on us
I'm a my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin'
6th and baronne

Second
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I was on the corner of 6th and baronne
a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be drivebys
For pussy ass niggas I've been try'na kill
I got a bullet vest and it's made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas thinkin' hard
I get my tec and my nine and bout to yo car
When a nigga's on the set we makin' again
Drinkin' red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our is all ready done
This is the place I my mutherfuckin' home
I'm chillin' on 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 life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

verse
{yella

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

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

Forth

Growin' up was hard but it all paid off
I was only when I started to sell
6th and was the set that I sold rocks
Drinks done went because I'm servin' the block
Now I'm on the run I I got to go
I and sold to an undercover five-o
They say they got a reward if ya where I'm at
But I'm gonna make it hard for 'em because I'm a gat
Now I was the type to run away 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 yeah
I say up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah yeah

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

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

Sixth
{yella

I got to watch my back
For the and the gangsters
in the fuckin' pin I draw 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 catch me 'cause the leather keep flippin'
Try to and my product man ya must be trippin'
a gangster out that third pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the
There's a to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the
I'm takin' no shorts in the of dope ya better come correct
Sucker 'cause this ain't no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to it in my hand got to make a hundred gee's
Just to be then nigga again because I'm makin' big
And packin' the chrome (why yella) because I'm a
6th and baronne

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