Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers as hell
It ain't no mo' going to
my folk ain't got no mo' bail
'Cuz first 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 cost to being brought up, and still I ain't a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many
They got you on the lock, men into your bums

I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back against the wall, waiting on me to turn it back
Now is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, just as 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 yourself, they everywhere off in your town
Taking what is

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

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

Feelin' good bad, on the way to see flat
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 creeps up on ass

The police study beats, settin' up this road
Found out the hard way it's only 10
And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus 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 in this wagon
Handcuffin' this ass nigga still braggin'

Ain't a damn thang funny, what the this be 'bout?
Tell me 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 your ass in
6 to 14 in 12, too slow

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

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

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

Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my
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

Wood grain, hill daddy
Ready to stomp the gas I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the to get the right
Police be 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 to a line
Throw my shit in the make it hard to find
6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around

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

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

Makin it bad from worse off in the
From what you did
I kid you not, and Attic Crew
And shit just as you rottin'