Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow 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 it's me, and then it's you

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a
Not easier 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 done got me
With my against 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, 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 off in your town
what is left

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

I woke up quick, thought it was noon
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too good, somethin' got to go bad
Just got my insurance 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 too fast
Just my luck, I up on they ass

The police study beats, settin' up this road
Found out the hard way it's 10 o'clock
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 is all this for?
I did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
this clown ass nigga still braggin'

Ain't a thang funny, what the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out?
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your
See we got lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see 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, folk got me down here
Bout some driver's license man

kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe to the house
Man, I these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up outta now

on the blow
Man, these niggas 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 it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my shit is
But me and this Cadillac, we got a of our own

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

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

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

So you start comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, no regard
'Cause see I'm a hit you 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'