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 in the front page

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab that guage
My from 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', hoes I no hata
Everybody wanna for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the gettin' greater later
You suckas need to 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 hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red
Now you gon' go?
You hide your life is over kid,
It's for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the ass bitch

4x]

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

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

[DJ
The type ah nigga to tell hoes
he about 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 blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You female

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

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

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell than the Three 6, bitch please
tryna 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, to rip your damn head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya American
Killa guerilla Colombian or some, loop
and straight to the head for the
put your in the back 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 where is no smilin'
the buckwild and the weapons are silenced
barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's nothing us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah
flesh and bone through the back of your
hollow points burst and disperse going
you be burnt up and 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 land of Triple 6 niggas
sufferin' day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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