Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

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

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

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

I up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, and perfume
See it too much good, somethin' 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 drivin' too fast
Just my luck, I up on they ass

The police beats, settin' 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 did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' clown ass nigga still braggin'

Ain't a thang funny, what the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out?
See at like 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, too slow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So don't you start around 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

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