Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

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

Takin' you for granted, so you'd besta handle it
they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your 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' to jail
my folk ain't got no mo' bail
'Cuz first it's me, and it's you
I say first it's me, and it's you

I woke up quick, thought it was about
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, 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 creeps up on ass

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

And what was said in my head, "Now I'm all up"
Like my square, Sir, tell me what is all for?
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in wagon
Handcuffin' clown 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 hell I get
See at times this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got that lil' bit, but spend it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, youre too

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

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

on the blow
Man, these niggas 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
took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and Cadillac, we got a mind of our own

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

Either yours or mine, down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a
Throw my shit in the bushes it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't around

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

So don't you start comin' around up here up dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no
'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'