Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I walked out and fought
There's a to being 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, men into your bums

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

Takin' you for granted, so nigga besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, panic, you on your own
Now yourself, they everywhere off in your town
Taking is left

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

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

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

The police study beats, up this road block
Found out the hard way it's only 10
And ain't no to shake the spot, plus everything tight
'em all my shit, pulled over 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 thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass still braggin'

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

Hey, up man?
Hey, let me get one of squares from you folk
I hope these niggas at the man
Damn man, these folk got me down
Bout some motherfuckin' driver's man

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

That's on the
Man, these niggas at the attic, man
Man, fuck shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck

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

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

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

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

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

Makin it bad from worse off in the
what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic
And takin' shit as you rottin'