Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

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

you for granted, so nigga you'd 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 slow as hell
It no mo' going to jail
'Cuz my folk ain't got no mo'
'Cuz first me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and it's you

I up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, and perfume
See when it too much good, got to go bad
Just yesterday got my and tag

Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see
Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I drivin' too fast
my luck, I creeps up on they ass

The police study beats, settin' up this road
Found out the hard way it's only 10
And no room 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, me what is all this for?
I ain't did a thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga braggin'

Ain't a damn funny, what the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me where the I'm going, how the hell 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 ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, youre too

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

What kinda is that man?
Made my hoe to the house
Man, I hope niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up here now

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

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

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

yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it to find
It's 6 to 14 and I fuckin' around

I can't help but just to be 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 bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat is your remark

So don't you start 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

Makin it bad from off in the hearst
what you done did
I kid you not, and Attic Crew
And takin' shit just as you