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 wootay

verse

Chillin' on the set the fully automatic 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 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now everybody up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the and gangsters
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 nigga it's an third ward
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
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
one two three 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 corner of 6th and
With a forty in my hand and about to get
I got my dope stash and a tec on my
For them jokin' who be doin' drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas I've been try'na
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' money
Drinkin' forty red bullets boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' drunk money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all done
This is the place I call my mutherfuckin'
'cause 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

Third
{yella

Here come's an hard head bout to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not sylvester
Born and raised in third that's my home
not another gangster set like 6th and baronne
Because the bitches peepin' out seven days a
I for the first 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 there
I ride on gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
Cash money means ya got to stay
Throwin' paper in the air a now an ounce
Then I my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her bow
All the in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke weed 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 and del a rell
Tec-9, lil' ya me myself yella boy we all third soldiers
Not no child or little boys I'm makin' big and packin' the chrome
(why) because I'm a gangster from 6th and

I say up or shut up
Nigga get yo lit up
Yeah yeah yeah
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 only eleven when I to sell
6th and baronne was the set I sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy 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 if ya know where I'm at
But I'm gonna make it hard for 'em I'm packin' a gat
Now I was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because I'm a nigga 6th and baronne

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

verse
ya}

I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the chrome
boo-koo money on 6th and baronne
All the junkies around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my hand
B 3 by my side he got to in a long fuckin' lincoln
Yes he strapped with a two
Tec is in the house with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin'
Doggin' a ho chella's in the chillin'
With lamb while with keisha
them bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin' her haircut from sue tyra got a
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
Nigga get yo lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say up or shut up or
Get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah

verse
{yella

I got to my damn back
For the and the gangsters
Like in the pin I draw my knife
I shank ya because I know I got to handle that
Because some niggas try'na creep up bests I got my gat
You will never me slippin' 'cause the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my product man ya must be
'cause a gangster out that pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit 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 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 (why yella) because I'm a gangster
From 6th and

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 yeah