Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't a damn thang funny, what the this be 'bout?
me where 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 bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in
6 to 14 in 12, youre too

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

kinda shit 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

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

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

Wood grain, daddy tight
to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out ass, cash low
got no place to stash my dope, at the time

Either yours or mine, down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the make it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I fuckin' around

I can't help but just to be nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
Now what the hell done happened? As I'm lost in this shit
Off in cuts, doing what 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 around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, no regard
'Cause see I'm a hit you it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the

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