Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

Sometimes I had no fun, now the law 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 that shit, just as ship you, and pimp you, and dick you

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

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

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

Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see
Tryin' to take it to the crib my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't too fast
Just my luck, I up on they ass

The police study beats, settin' up road block
Found out the hard way only 10 o'clock
And ain't no to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave 'em all my shit, pulled to the right

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

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

Hey, what's up
Hey, let me get one of them squares you folk
I these niggas at the house man
Damn man, these folk got me down
Bout motherfuckin' driver's license man

What kinda shit is that
my hoe walk to the house
Man, I these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up here now

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

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

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

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

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

So don't you comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no
'Cause see I'm a hit you where it
Quenches the thirst, you in the

it bad from worse off in the hearst
From you done did
I kid you not, and Attic Crew
And takin' shit as you rottin'