Luyện nghe bài hát 6 to 14 in 12

6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers as hell
It ain't no mo' going to
'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

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

Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me
my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to
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 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, y'all motherfuckers slow as
It no mo' going to jail
'Cuz my folk ain't got no mo'
'Cuz first me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and it's you

I woke up quick, thought it was about
drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, got to go bad
yesterday got my insurance and tag

Feelin' good bad, on the way to see flat
Tryin' to take it to the 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 study beats, settin' up this road block
Found out the hard way it's only 10
And no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave 'em all my shit, 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 this
I did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
this clown ass nigga still braggin'

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

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

What kinda shit is that
my hoe walk to the house
Man, I these niggas at the crib man
I get the hell up outta here now

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

Bologna slab was thick, no grits in my bowl
to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a of our own

Wood grain, hill tight
to stomp the gas when 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 ass, cash low
Ain't got no to stash my dope, at the time

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

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

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

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