Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

1: Gangsta Boo]

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 you hatas out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that
I'm niggas daily 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
Comin' from the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas need to grow up out kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' just ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses 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 where you go?
You can't hide your is over kid,
It's time for the
Cause you fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

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

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

J]
He say he smokin' so many
I tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You female

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

J]
Don't about the dope,
You enraged, you got that page,
From a from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell than the Three 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 your head of your neck
I I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Muslim or some, loop
and straight to the for the chief
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo
and the of the Indicut down in my stash,
I in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no
the buckwild and the weapons are silenced
Military barbarian 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's nothing us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
Till I something worst out ah all ah these
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 for shit
they can't get wid these bitches never compare,
I'm comin' the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' day that I swear

Knicca]

I see them fucking pressin' on they 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 Chevrolet

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