Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers as hell
It ain't no mo' going to
'Cuz my folk 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 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
With my back against the wall, some on me to turn it back
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

you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, panic, you on your 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' to jail
'Cuz my folk got no mo' bail
'Cuz it's me, and then it's you
I say first me, and then 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
yesterday 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
my luck, I creeps up on they ass

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

And what was in my head, "Now I'm all fucked up"
Like my square, Sir, tell me what is all for?
I did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still

Ain't a damn 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 on your folk
See we got that bit, but rather spend 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 niggas at the house man
Damn man, these folk got me down
Bout some motherfuckin' driver's man

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

That's on the
Man, these ain't 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 took my license, so now my is gone
But me and Cadillac, we got a mind of our own

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

Either yours or mine, down on da' grind
Servin' niggas 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 fuckin'

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

So don't you start comin' 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 Crew
And takin' just as you rottin'