Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

1: Gangsta Boo]

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on game
I'm chargin' niggas maybe, lady, is out to get paid
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 gettin' later
You suckas need to grow up out that shit
Coming nine-six, to two G
Quit just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red
Now where you go?
You hide your life is over kid,
It's for the killin'
you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

[DJ
2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Man this kill me
tellin' these people that he's to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his of his self
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
Knowin' he as cake

[DJ
The ah nigga to tell these hoes
that's he about to the fuck up
The blowin' up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the in your 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
hoes be killin' me ever so softly,
Juice man I know what you
But bit a bitch boy know
I be his first cassette or tape offa me

J]
Don't about the dope,
You enraged, you got that page,
From a doctor the health department
Tellin' you you are fatal wid AIDS

hoe boy holdin' card
[DJ
Was a mad bit he bought for the two pon it
he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin'

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch
tryna 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 Italian
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some,
and straight to the for the chief
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo
and the blunt of the down in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Island where there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the are silenced
barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, only blood,
Till I take something out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points and disperse going through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' niggas for shit
they get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' day that I swear

[Koopsta

I see them pressin' on they brother man,
It happens everyday make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that Chevrolet

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