Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me
With my back 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 besta handle it
Before catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your
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 it's me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and then 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

Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see
to take it to the crib tell 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
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"
Like my square, Sir, tell me what is all for?
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga braggin'

Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell be 'bout?
Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the I get out?
See at like this, you gotta depend on your 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 hope niggas 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 to the house
Man, I hope these at the crib man
I get the hell up outta here now

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

Bologna was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my
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 I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out your ass, low
Ain't got no place to my dope, at the time

Either yours or mine, stay down on da'
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 fuckin' around

I can't help but just to be nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
Now what the hell just done happened? As I'm in this shit
Off in cuts, doing what 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 comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no
see I'm a hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the

it bad from worse off in the hearst
From you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic
And takin' shit just as you