Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Baronne Awk Awk

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

First

Chillin' on the set with the fully tec
was caught slippin' that's how I got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya 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 rulers and
But I'm a tell you who the real killer is
It's an third ward nigga it's an ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward got the bitches and money
While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get up
My t got a forty 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 comin out the
Fuckin' one two let a bitch rub up on us
I'm a load my chrome fat gangster somethin'
6th and baronne

Second
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I was chillin' on the 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' who be doin' drivebys
For them ass niggas I've been try'na kill
I got a bullet proof vest and made of steel
For you ass niggas thinkin' they hard
I get my tec and my nine and to pull yo car
When a nigga's on the set we makin' again
Drinkin' forty red smokin' boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money fun
Five-0 come but our is all ready done
This is the I call my mutherfuckin' home
'cause I'm on 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 life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

verse
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Here an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My is yella boy no not sylvester stallion
Born and raised in third because that's my
There's not another set like 6th and baronne
the bitches peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the and third to get paid ya see
My boys in creepin' up but I just don't care
This is or die sucker no not you thug there
I ride on other gangsters and need a gangsta's fit
Cash money means ya got to stay
paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog bitch take her to wall street and her bow
All the gangsters in the be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke weed now ya feel good
I'm down for a 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 soldiers
Not no child or boys I'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome
(why) because I'm a gangster 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 wootay

Forth

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

Fifth
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I was on the corner strapped with the fuckin' chrome
boo-koo money on 6th and baronne
All the gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a fuckin' 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 house
With lamb while ronda with
With bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin' her haircut sue tyra got a bitch
You know what to do baby is on there 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 up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
yeah yeah wootay

Sixth
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I got to my damn back
For the robbers and the
Like in the pin I draw my knife
Then I shank ya I know I got to handle that
Because some try'na creep up bests believe I got my gat
You will never catch me slippin' 'cause the leather flippin'
Try to play and my product man ya must be
'cause a gangster out that third pushin' to pain
Comin' weak that ho shit you a rookie at the game
There's a 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 'cause this shit no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my got to make 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 up or shut up
Nigga get yo lit up
Yeah yeah yeah
I say up or shut up or
Get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah