Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

6 to 14 in 12, y'all slow as hell
It ain't no mo' going to
'Cuz my folk ain't got no mo'
'Cuz first it's me, and then you
I say first it's me, and it's you

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I walked out and fought
There's a cost to brought up, and still I ain't gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how come
They got you on the lock, striking men your bums

I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you to slip
So watch shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you

you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it
Before they you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, everywhere off in your town
what is left

6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow as hell
It no mo' going to jail
my folk ain't got no mo' bail
'Cuz first it's me, and it's you
I say it's me, and then it's you

I up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and
See when it too good, somethin' got to go bad
yesterday got my insurance and tag

Feelin' good bad, on the way to see flat
Tryin' to it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't drivin' too
Just my luck, I creeps up on ass

The police study beats, settin' up this block
Found out the hard way it's 10 o'clock
And ain't no room to the spot, plus everything tight
Gave 'em all my shit, over to the right

And what was in my head, "Now I'm all fucked up"
Like my square, Sir, me what is all this for?
I ain't did a thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this ass nigga still braggin'

Ain't a damn thang funny, what the this be 'bout?
me where the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out?
See at times like this, you depend on your folk
See we got that lil' bit, but rather it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, too slow

Hey, up man?
Hey, let me get one of them squares you folk
I hope these at the house man
Damn man, these got me down here
Bout some motherfuckin' license man

kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe to the house
Man, I hope these niggas at the man
I get the hell up outta here now

That's on the
Man, these ain't at the attic, man
Man, fuck shit, man
I gotta my momma, man fuck this

Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my
They took my license, so now my is gone
But me and Cadillac, we got a mind of our own

Wood grain, hill tight
Ready to the gas when I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the
Police be out your ass, cash low
Ain't got no to stash my dope, at the time

yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a
Throw my shit in the bushes it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin'

I can't help but just to be that nigga, the you can't fuck wit'
Now what the hell just done As I'm lost in this shit
Off in cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat is your last

So don't you start comin' around up up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, no regard
'Cause see I'm a hit you it hurts
the thirst, you in the curse

Makin it bad worse off in the hearst
From what you did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Crew
And takin' shit just as you