Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

1: Gangsta Boo]

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah shit
This shit so funky comes way under grounds are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
Yo is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me up on that game
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
wanna ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater
You suckas to grow up out that kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on weed, chicken rib shit
to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you go?
You hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass

4x]

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

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

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

J]
He say he smokin' so many
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 from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid

This hoe boy holdin'
[DJ
Was a mad bit than he 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 than the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna deal wid big cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
(4x)]

[Verse 3: Lord & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian
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 of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the 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 'em fuck wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
There's no love, only murder blood,
Till I something worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the back of shirt
hollow points burst and disperse through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches they'll compare,
I'm from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

('til fade