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 got no mo' bail
'Cuz first it's me, and then you
I say first it's me, and 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 gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men your bums

Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me
With my back against the wall, some on me to turn 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 you'd besta handle it
Before catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your
Taking is left

6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow as hell
It no mo' going to jail
'Cuz my folk got no mo' bail
'Cuz it's me, and then it's you
I say first me, and then it's you

I woke up quick, it was about noon
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
Just yesterday got my 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 too fast
Just my luck, I creeps up on ass

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

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

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

Hey, up man?
Hey, let me get one of squares from you folk
I hope niggas 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 walk to the
Man, I hope these niggas at the man
I get the hell up outta here now

That's on the
Man, these niggas 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
took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a of our own

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

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

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

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