Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

Grab my and then 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 naughty motherfuckers get the ah this shit
This so funky 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' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get
You can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I no hata
wanna ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the 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 on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, red beams
Now where you go?
You can't hide your is over kid,
It's for the killin'
Cause you have up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

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

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 sweet as

[DJ
The type ah nigga to these hoes
that's he 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 female

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

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

This hoe boy card
[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 sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Lord Infamous &
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa guerilla Colombian or some, loop
and straight to the head for the
put your heart in the and I spit on yo ashes
and the blunt of the down in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where is no smilin'
the niggas and the weapons are silenced
barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, only blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points burst and disperse through
you be burnt up and buried in that'll work,
The Scarecrow be 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

[Koopsta

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

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