Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as
It ain't no mo' going to
'Cuz my folk got no mo' bail
'Cuz it's me, and then it's 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 matter how many come
got you on the lock, striking men into your bums

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

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

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

I woke up quick, thought it was about
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too good, somethin' 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 tell my folks the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't drivin' too
my luck, I creeps up on they ass

The police study beats, up this road block
out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock
And no room to shake 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"
my square, Sir, tell me what is all this for?
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still

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 gotta depend on folk
See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on
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 them squares from you
I these niggas at the house man
Damn man, these got me down here
Bout some motherfuckin' license man

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

on the blow
Man, these niggas at the attic, man
Man, this shit, man
I call my momma, man fuck this

Bologna slab was thick, ain't no in my bowl
Tryin' to it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my 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 blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the
be takin' 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 a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin'

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

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

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