Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

Now over the as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and I ain't gave a fuck
Not said than 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 back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it
Now that is that, and is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you

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

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

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

Feelin' never 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 drivin' too
my luck, I creeps 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, pulled over to the

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

a damn thang funny, what the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me where the I'm going, how the hell I get out?
See at times like this, you depend on your folk
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 hope these at the house man
man, these folk got me down here
Bout some driver's license man

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

on the blow
Man, these ain't at the attic, man
Man, fuck shit, man
I call my momma, man fuck this

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

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

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

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

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

Makin it bad worse off in the hearst
From you done did
I kid you not, and Attic Crew
And takin' shit just as you