Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me
my back 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, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and you

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

6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow as hell
It ain't no mo' to jail
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 up quick, thought it was about noon
These had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too good, somethin' got to go bad
Just got my insurance and tag

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

The police study beats, settin' up this road
Found out the hard way only 10 o'clock
And ain't no to shake the spot, plus everything tight
'em all my shit, pulled over to the right

And what was said in my head, "Now I'm all up"
Like my square, Sir, me what is all this for?
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass still braggin'

Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell 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 spend it on dope
Now I'm out bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, youre too

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

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

That's on the
Man, niggas ain't at the attic, man
Man, fuck 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 is gone
But me and Cadillac, we got a mind of our own

grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue
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 place to stash my dope, at the

yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my in the bushes make it hard to find
6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around

I help but just to be that 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 I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat is last remark

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

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