Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Baronne Awk Awk

I say boot up or up
Nigga get yo lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or up or
Get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah

First

Chillin' on the set with the automatic tec
Never was slippin' that's how I got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' to death
Ya with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now everybody comin' up to be the and gangsters
Now everybody up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
But I'm a tell you who the fuckin' killer is
It's an third ward nigga it's an ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and
While I'm on the corner I'm a get fucked up
My nigga t got a and brought two cups
Lil' ya is chillin' yella is and talkin' on the phone
And I'm chillin' on 6th and they call us
U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin out the
Fuckin' one two three let a rub up on us
I'm a load my fat gangster lil' somethin'
6th and baronne

Second
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I was chillin' on the of 6th and baronne
With a forty in my hand and to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my
For them mutherfuckers who be doin' drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas I've been try'na
I got a proof vest and it's made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas they hard
I get my tec and my and bout to pull yo car
a nigga's on the set we makin' money again
Drinkin' forty red smokin' boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' drunk money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our is all ready done
This is the place I my mutherfuckin' home
'cause I'm on 6th and baronne

I say up or shut up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or up or
Get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah

Third
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Here come's an head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not sylvester
Born and raised in because that's my home
There's not another gangster set 6th and baronne
the bitches peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the first and to get paid ya see
My in rumors creepin' up but I just don't care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug
I ride on other gangsters turf and a gangsta's fit
Cash money means ya got to legit
paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog bitch her to wall street and make her bow
All the in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke weed now ya feel good
I'm down for a gangster strap can't you
I know a buildin' down me of the melph a mene and del a rell
Tec-9, ya me myself yella boy we all third ward soldiers
Not no child or boys I'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome
(why) I'm a gangster from 6th and baronne

I say boot up or up
Nigga get yo lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

verse

Growin' up was hard but it all paid off
I was only eleven when I started to
6th and baronne was the set that I sold
Drinks done went crazy I'm servin' the block
Now I'm on the run I I got to go
I slipped and sold to an five-o
They say they got a reward if ya know I'm at
But I'm gonna it hard for 'em because I'm packin' a gat
Now I was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because I'm a nigga from 6th and

I say boot up or up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah
I say boot up or up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

verse
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I was chillin' on the corner with the fuckin' chrome
Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and
All the junkies around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a fuckin' lincoln
Yes he strapped with a two
Tec is in the house with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin'
a ho chella's in the house chillin'
With lamb while ronda with
them bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin' her haircut sue tyra got a bitch
You know to do baby is on there other end
Stun'n on the pay and I'm chillin' on
6th and

I say up or shut up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah wootay

Sixth
{yella

I got to watch my damn
For the robbers and the
Like in the fuckin' pin I draw my
Then I shank ya because I know I got to that
Because some niggas try'na up bests believe I got my gat
You will never catch me slippin' the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my man ya must be trippin'
'cause a gangster out third pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the
There's a dollar to made so best a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the
I'm no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct
Sucker 'cause this shit ain't no joke that boo-koo money in
I got to have it in my hand got to make a gee's
Just to be then nigga because I'm makin' big bank
And packin' the chrome (why yella) because I'm a
From 6th and

I say up or shut up
get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah
I say up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' lit up
Yeah yeah yeah