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

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I walked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many
They got you on the lock, 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 to slip
So watch that shit, just as ship you, and pimp you, and dick you

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

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

I up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, and perfume
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 it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't drivin' too
my luck, I creeps up on they ass

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

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

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 down
Bout some motherfuckin' license man

What kinda 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 niggas at the attic, man
Man, fuck shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck

Bologna slab was thick, ain't no in my bowl
to take 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 tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue
The reason that we ride this, ain't got the funds to get the right
be takin' out your ass, cash low
Ain't got no place to my dope, at the time

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

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

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

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