Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

Grab my guage and erase
Grab my guage and then
Ride up on the
And put some in the front page

1: Gangsta Boo]

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under grounds are Triple 6
I you hatas out my face
Yo life is motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I no hata
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say say next
Comin' from the South-side gettin' greater later
You need to grow up out that kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' just ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe on the scenery
Scenery, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you go?
You can't hide your is over kid,
It's time for the
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass

4x]

[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ Paul & J]
Man this kill me
tellin' these people he's about to go nationwide
he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta Kim, to get a ride

J]
I saw the standin' out in front ah Best
The nigga talk about the hard shit on tape,
talkin' about, my tape
he sweet as cake

[DJ
The type ah nigga to tell hoes
he about to blow the fuck up
The only blowin' up bitch you
Is when I stick the grenade in butt

J]
He say he so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You buyer

[DJ
hoes be killin' me ever so softly,
Juice man I what you sayin'
But bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his cassette or tape offa me

J]
Don't about the dope,
You enraged, you got that page,
a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' wid AIDS

This hoe boy card
[DJ
Was a mad bit he bought for the two pon it
he got fucked signed his contract
You boy you's a fuckin' dummy

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
(4x)]

[Verse 3: Infamous & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa guerilla Colombian or some, loop
and to the head for the chief
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo
and the of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no
the niggas buckwild and the are silenced
Military buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points burst and disperse through
you be burnt up and in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' niggas for shit
can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of 6 niggas still
sufferin' day that I swear

Knicca]

I see them fucking pressin' on they man,
It happens everyday don't me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey

('til fade