Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Boo]

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I keep you out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that
I'm chargin' 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 say next
Comin' strictly from the gettin' greater later
You suckas need to grow up out kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib
Just to let you know my partner hoe on the scenery
Scenery, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now you gon' go?
You can't hide your is over kid,
time for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the ass bitch

4x]

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

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

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

J]
He say he smokin' so 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 boy know
I be sellin' his first or tape offa me

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

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

J]

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

[Koopsta

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

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