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 ain't got no mo' bail
'Cuz first me, and then it's you
I say it's me, and then it's you

Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done 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 matter how come
They got you on the lock, striking men into bums

I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my against 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 you, and pimp 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 everywhere off in your
what is left

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

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

Feelin' good bad, on the way to see flat
Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac so I drivin' 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 the spot, plus everything tight
'em all my shit, pulled over to the right

And what was said in my head, "Now I'm all up"
Like my square, Sir, me what 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 funny, what the hell this be 'bout?
Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the I get out?
See at times like this, you depend on your folk
See we got that bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, too slow

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

What shit is that man?
Made my hoe to the house
Man, I hope these at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up here now

on the blow
Man, these niggas at the attic, man
Man, fuck shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck

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

Wood grain, daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' light
The reason that we like this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out your ass, low
got no place 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 hard to
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 these cells, see what I do well
And dat is last remark

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

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