Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Boo]

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

4x]

[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ Paul & J]
Man this nigga me
tellin' these people that about to go nationwide
When he gotta 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 about the hard shit on that tape,
talkin' about, bout my
Knowin' he as cake

[DJ
The type ah to tell these hoes
that's he about to the fuck up
The only up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the in your 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 hoes be killin' me so softly,
Juice man I know you sayin'
But bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his cassette or tape offa me

J]
Don't forget the dope,
You enraged, you got that page,
From a doctor from the department
Tellin' you you are gettin' 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 you's a fuckin'

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell than the Three 6, bitch please
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, to rip your 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 heart in the back and I spit on yo
and the blunt of the Indicut in my stash,
I reside in the asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are
Military buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's nothing us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, only blood,
Till I take something out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the back of shirt
hollow burst and disperse going through
you be burnt up and buried in that'll work,
The be smokin' these niggas for shit
they get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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