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 in the front page

1: Gangsta Boo]

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this
This shit so comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I ahold that guage
My from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', I ain't no hata
wanna ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater
You need to grow up out that kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit just 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, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now you gon' go?
You can't hide your 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 this nigga me
tellin' these people that he's about to go
he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta Kim, to get a ride

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

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

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

[DJ
These hoes be me ever so softly,
Juice man I know what you
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 health
Tellin' you you are fatal wid AIDS

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 a fuckin' dummy

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, please
Lookin' tryna wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Lord & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your
I reckon I wreckin' ya American
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 asylum the bodies I 'em
on Infamous Island there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are
Military barbarian 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
Till I take something out ah all ah these
flesh and through the back of your shirt
points burst and disperse going through
you be burnt up and buried in dirt work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these for shit
can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' the land of Triple 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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