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 first it's me, and it's you
I say first it's me, and then you

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I 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 how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men into 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 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 yourself, they everywhere off in your town
what is left

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

I woke up quick, it was about noon
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too good, somethin' got to go bad
yesterday got my insurance and tag

Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see
Tryin' to take it to the tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't drivin' too
Just my luck, I creeps up on ass

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

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

a damn thang 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 depend on folk
See we got that lil' bit, but rather it on dope
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 squares from you folk
I hope these at the house man
man, these folk got me down here
Bout some driver's license man

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

That's on the
Man, these niggas at the attic, man
Man, fuck shit, man
I call my momma, man fuck 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

Wood grain, hill 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 my dope, at the time

Either yours or mine, stay 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 ain't fuckin'

I can't help but just to be that nigga, the you can't fuck wit'
Now what the hell just done happened? As I'm lost in 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 comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no
'Cause see I'm a hit you where it
the thirst, you in the curse

Makin it bad worse off in the hearst
what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Crew
And takin' shit as you rottin'