Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't a fuck
Not easier said 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 got me trapped
With my against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to
So that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you

you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it
Before they you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now yourself, they everywhere off in your town
Taking is left

6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as
It no mo' going to jail
'Cuz my folk got no mo' bail
'Cuz first it's me, and then you
I say first it's me, and then you

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

Feelin' good bad, on the way to see flat
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 up on they ass

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

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

a damn thang funny, what the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out?
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your
See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on
Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in
6 to 14 in 12, too slow

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

What shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the
Man, I hope niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the up outta here now

That's on the
Man, these ain't at the attic, man
Man, this shit, man
I gotta my momma, man fuck this

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

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

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

I can't help but just to be 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 break bail, up out these jail cells, see I do well
And dat is your last

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

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