Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

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

4x]

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

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

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

J]
He say he smokin' so many
I tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You buyer

[DJ
These hoes be killin' me 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 gettin' wid AIDS

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna deal wid big cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Lord & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
and to the head for the chief
put your heart in the back and I on yo ashes
and the of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
Till I something worst out ah all ah these
flesh and through the back of your shirt
hollow points and disperse going through
you be burnt up and buried in that'll work,
The be smokin' these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches they'll compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 still
sufferin' day that I swear

Knicca]

I see them fucking on they brother man,
It happens everyday make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid
And put ya body in the back of that grey

('til fade