Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up quick, thought it was about
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and
See when it too much good, got to go bad
Just got my insurance and tag

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

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

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

Ain't a damn thang funny, the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the I get out?
See at times like this, you gotta on your 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 them from you folk
I hope niggas at the house man
Damn man, these folk got me here
Bout some motherfuckin' driver's man

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

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

Bologna slab was thick, ain't no in my bowl
Tryin' to it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a of our own

Wood grain, hill daddy
to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out ass, cash low
Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the

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

I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you fuck wit'
Now what the hell just done happened? As I'm lost in this
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 last remark

So don't you start comin' around up up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, no regard
see I'm a hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the

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