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 out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga are Triple 6
I you hatas out my face
Yo is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that
I'm chargin' daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no
Everybody ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the gettin' greater later
You suckas need to up out that 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 my partner 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 fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ & Juicy J]
Man this 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 nigga talk about the hard on that tape,
talkin' about, my tape
he sweet as cake

[DJ
The ah nigga 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 blunts
I can't tell, ooh, a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You buyer

[DJ
hoes 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 tape me

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

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 a fuckin' dummy

J]

Young nigga you'll sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Infamous & Koopsta]
Infamous is strapped like an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some,
and straight to the head for the
put your in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous where there is no smilin'
the niggas and the weapons are silenced
Military barbarian buck 'em and 'em fuck wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I something worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow burst and disperse going through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches never compare,
I'm from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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