Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Boo]

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under grounds are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
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 hoes fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', I ain't no hata
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say say next
Comin' strictly from the South-side greater later
You suckas need to grow up out that 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, red beams
Now where you go?
You hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the
Cause you have up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ & Juicy J]
Man nigga kill me
tellin' these that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his
Plus he call 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, my tape
he sweet as cake

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

J]
He say he so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You buyer

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

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

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

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna deal wid big cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
(4x)]

[Verse 3: Infamous & Koopsta]
Infamous is strapped like an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa 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 Indicut in my stash,
I reside in the asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no
the niggas buckwild and the are silenced
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em wid the
there's nothing us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
Till I take worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points burst and disperse through
you be burnt up and buried in dirt work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these for shit
they get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the of Triple 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

I see fucking pressin' 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 of that grey Chevrolet

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