Luyện nghe bài hát 6 & Baronne(Manny Fresh Style) 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

Verse

Chillin' on the set the fully automatic tec
Never was caught slippin' how I got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up bleed to death
Ya played 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 and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the and gangsters
But I'm a tell you who the real killer is
It's an third nigga it's an third 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 on 6th and Baronne 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 somethin'
Bout 6th and

Second
Ya}

I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and
a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope and a tec on my side
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas I've been try'na
I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of
For you sissy ass niggas 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 fucked up gettin' makin' money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our is all ready done
This is the place I my mutherfuckin' home
'cause I'm on 6th and Baronne

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

Third
Boy}

Here come's an hard head rapper bout to yo phone
My is Yella Boy no not Sylvester Stallion
Born and raised in third that's my home
There's not another gangster set like 6th and
Because the peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the and third to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin' up but I just don't
is live or die sucker no not you thug there
I on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
Cash Money means ya got to legit
paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog bitch take her to Street and make her bow
All the gangsters in the be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya 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 ward soldiers
Not no child or little boys I'm makin' big bank and the chrome
(Why) Because I'm a 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 life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

Verse

Growin' up was hard but it all paid off
I was only eleven I started to sell
6th and was the set that I sold rocks
Drinks done crazy because I'm servin' the block
Now I'm on the run I I got to go
I slipped and sold to an 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)
Because I'm a nigga 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

Fifth
Ya}

I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the fuckin'
Makin' money on 6th and Baronne
All the junkies around and come see the man
I got big flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my he got dope to in a long fuckin' Lincoln
Yes he strapped a twenty 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 Ronda with
With them bitches don't give a damn
Gettin' her from Sue Tyra got a bitch
You what to do Baby is on there other end
Stun'n on the pay 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 fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah yeah

Verse
{Yella

I got to watch my back
For the robbers and the
Like in the pin I draw my knife
Then I shank ya because I know I got to that
Because some niggas creep up bests believe I got my gat
You will never catch me slippin' the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my man ya must be trippin'
'cause a out that third pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho bitch you a rookie at the game
There's a dollar to made so best a playa call it
my damn set watch yo back against the puppet
I'm takin' no in the game of dope ya better come correct
'cause 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 again because I'm makin' big bank
and packin' the chrome (why Yella) I'm a gangster
From 6th and

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