Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Boo]

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I keep you out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab that guage
My niggas from the 6 click they keep 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', I ain't no hata
Everybody ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater
You suckas to grow up out that kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, rib shit
to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, red beams
Now you gon' 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 Paul & 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 standin' out in front ah Best
The talk about the hard shit on that tape,
talkin' about, my tape
Knowin' he sweet as

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

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
These hoes be killin' me so softly,
Juice man I know you sayin'
But bit a bitch boy know
I be his first cassette or tape offa me

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

This hoe boy holdin'
[DJ
Was a mad bit than he for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his
You boy you's a fuckin' dummy

J]

Young you'll never sell more than the Three 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 Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip damn head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa guerilla 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 insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where is no smilin'
the niggas and the weapons are silenced
Military 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 worst out ah all ah
flesh and bone the back of your shirt
hollow points and disperse going through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for
they get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day that I

[Koopsta

I see them pressin' on they brother man,
It happens 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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