Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and
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, men into your bums

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

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

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

I woke up quick, it was about noon
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too good, somethin' got to go bad
Just got my insurance and tag

good never bad, on the way to see flat
Tryin' to take it to the crib my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't drivin' too
Just my luck, I creeps up on ass

The study 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 everything
Gave 'em all my shit, pulled to the right

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

Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be
Tell me the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out?
See at times this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, youre too

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

kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the
Man, I these 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, no grits in my bowl
to take 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 daddy
Ready to stomp the gas I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we like 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 yours or mine, stay down on da'
Servin' niggas with the dope a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to
6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around

I can't but just to be that 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 gotta do, just as I reap
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see I do well
And dat is your remark

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

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