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 niggas in the front

1: Gangsta Boo]

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

4x]

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

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

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

J]
He say he smokin' so blunts
I tell, ooh, he's 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 sellin' his first or tape offa me

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

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

J]

Young nigga you'll sell 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 Infamous &
Infamous is comin' strapped an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
and to the head for the chief
put heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the blunt of the Indicut in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no
the niggas and the weapons are silenced
Military barbarian 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, only 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 dirt work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' niggas for shit
they can't get wid these they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day I swear

[Koopsta

I see them fucking pressin' on 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 that Chevrolet

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