Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga are Triple 6
I you hatas out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I no hata
wanna ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' later
You need to grow up out that kiddy shit
Coming nine-six, to two G
Quit just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, red beams
Now you gon' go?
You can't your life is over kid,
It's for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass

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[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ & Juicy J]
Man this kill me
tellin' these people that he's to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his
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,
talkin' about, bout my
Knowin' he sweet as

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

[DJ
These hoes be me ever so softly,
Juice man I know you sayin'
But bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his first 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 holdin'
[DJ
Was a mad bit he bought for the two pon it
he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a dummy

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the 6, bitch please
Lookin' deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Lord & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian
Maniac, to rip your damn head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya American
guerilla Colombian Muslim 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 where there is no smilin'
the buckwild and the weapons are silenced
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
There's no love, only murder blood,
I take something worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points burst and going through
you be burnt up and buried in that'll work,
The be smokin' these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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 in the back of that grey Chevrolet

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