Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Boo]

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah shit
shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I you hatas out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that
My niggas the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', I ain't no hata
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say
strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
You need to grow up out that kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' just ah Three, Six, Mafia
lady gangsta 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 where you go?
You can't hide life is over kid,
time for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the ass bitch

4x]

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

J]
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah
The nigga talk about the shit on that tape,
about, bout my tape
Knowin' he sweet as

[DJ
The type ah nigga to tell hoes
that's he about to blow the up
The only blowin' up bitch you
Is when I stick the in your butt

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

[DJ
These be killin' me ever so softly,
Juice man I know what you
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,
a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are fatal wid AIDS

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna deal wid big cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Lord & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' like an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip damn head of your neck
I reckon I ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some,
and straight to the head for the
put heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the blunt of the down in my stash,
I in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
There's no love, only murder blood,
Till I take something out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points burst and disperse through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The be smokin' these 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 that I

Knicca]

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

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