Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

1: Gangsta Boo]

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under grounds are Triple 6
I keep you out my face
Yo is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they me hooked up on that game
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 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 partner hoe come on the
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red
Now you gon' go?
You can't your life is over kid,
It's for the killin'
you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

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

J]
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah
The nigga talk about the hard on that tape,
about, bout my tape
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 grenade in butt

J]
He say he smokin' so many
I can't tell, ooh, a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You buyer

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

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

This hoe boy holdin'
[DJ
Was a mad bit than he for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his
You bitch boy a fuckin' dummy

J]

Young you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
(4x)]

[Verse 3: Lord & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip damn head of your neck
I reckon I ya South American
Killa Colombian Muslim or some, loop
and straight to the for the chief
put your in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the blunt of the Indicut 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, and carry 'em,
no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah
and bone through the back of your shirt
hollow points and disperse going through
you be burnt up and buried in dirt work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for
they can't get wid these they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

('til fade