Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

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

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

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

Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta it
Before they catch you slanted, panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they off in your town
what is left

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

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

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

Ain't a 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 gotta 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, up man?
Hey, let me get one of them squares from you
I hope these niggas at the man
Damn man, these folk got me down
Bout motherfuckin' driver's license man

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

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

Bologna was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl
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

grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a 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 place to my dope, at the time

yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't around

I help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
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 bail
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see I do well
And dat is your remark

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

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