Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the ah this shit
shit so funky comes way under nigga 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 keep me hooked up on game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get
You hoes fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I no hata
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say say next
Comin' strictly the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas to grow up out that kiddy shit
Coming nine-six, to two G
Quit just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you go?
You hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass

4x]

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

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

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

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

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

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch
Lookin' tryna wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Infamous & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your head of your neck
I reckon I ya South American
Killa guerilla Muslim or some, loop
and straight to the for the chief
put heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the blunt of the down in my stash,
I in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous where there is no smilin'
the buckwild and the weapons are silenced
Military barbarian 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
points burst and disperse going through
you be burnt up and in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for
they can't get wid these bitches they'll compare,
I'm comin' from the of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' day that I swear

[Koopsta

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 in the back of that grey Chevrolet

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