Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I ahold that guage
My niggas the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas 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
strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas to grow up out that kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six,
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib
to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red
Now where you go?
You can't hide your life is kid,
It's for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the ass bitch

4x]

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

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

[DJ
The type ah to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the up
The only up bitch you doin'
Is when I the grenade in your butt

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

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

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

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, please
Lookin' tryna wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Lord Infamous &
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian
Maniac, comin' to rip damn head of your neck
I I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Muslim or some, loop
and to the head for the chief
put heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the are silenced
Military barbarian buck 'em and 'em fuck wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
I take something worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the back of your
hollow points burst and disperse going
you be burnt up and buried in that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for
they get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the of Triple 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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