Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Baronne Awk Awk

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

Chillin' on the set with the automatic tec
Never was caught slippin' that's how I got my
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' to death
Ya with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now everybody up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody up to be the rulers and gangsters
But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin' is
It's an third ward nigga it's an ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and
While I'm on the corner I'm a get fucked up
My t got a forty and brought two cups
Lil' ya is chillin' yella is thuggin' and on the phone
And I'm chillin' on 6th and they call 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

verse
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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 stash and a tec on my
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin'
For them pussy ass niggas I've been 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 bout to yo car
When a nigga's on the set we money again
forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' makin' money havin' fun
come but our dirt is all ready done
This is the place I call my home
'cause I'm on 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

Third
{yella

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

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

verse

Growin' up was but it all paid off well
I was eleven when I started to sell
6th and was the set that I sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy because I'm 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 if ya know where I'm at
But I'm gonna it hard for 'em because I'm packin' a gat
Now I never was the to run away from my home (why)
I'm a nigga from 6th and baronne

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 yeah

verse
ya}

I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the chrome
Makin' boo-koo on 6th and baronne
All the junkies gather and come see the man
I got big flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a fuckin' lincoln
Yes he with a twenty two
Tec is in the chillin' with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin'
Doggin' a ho chella's in the house
With while ronda with keisha
With them bitches they don't give a
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 boot up or up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah
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 robbers and the
Like in the fuckin' pin I my knife
Then I shank ya because I I got to handle that
Because some niggas try'na creep up believe I got my gat
You will never catch me 'cause the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my man ya must be trippin'
'cause a gangster out that pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game
There's a dollar to so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the
I'm takin' no shorts in the game of dope ya better correct
Sucker 'cause this shit ain't no joke boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my got to make a hundred gee's
Just to be then again because I'm makin' big bank
And packin' the chrome (why yella) because I'm a
6th and baronne

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