Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the ah this shit
This 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 guage
My niggas from the Three 6 they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get
You can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I 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 that kiddy
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, red beams
Now you gon' go?
You can't hide life is over kid,
It's time for the
Cause you have up wid the wrong ass bitch

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

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

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

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

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

J]
Don't forget the dope,
You enraged, after you got page,
From a doctor from the department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid

This hoe boy holdin'
[DJ
Was a mad bit he bought for the two pon it
Then he got 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 Infamous &
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya American
Killa guerilla Colombian or some, loop
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 reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where is no smilin'
the buckwild and the weapons are silenced
Military barbarian 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
nothing combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, and carry 'em,
no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the back of your
hollow points burst and disperse going
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be these niggas for shit
they can't get wid bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day that I

Knicca]

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

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