Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are 6
I keep you out my face
Yo is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get
You hoes can't wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no
wanna ride for he say she say they say next
Comin' from the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas need to grow up out kiddy shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on 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 for the killin'
Cause you have up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ & Juicy J]
Man this kill me
these people 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 standin' out in front ah Best
The nigga talk the hard shit on that tape,
talkin' about, bout my
Knowin' he sweet as

[DJ
The ah nigga to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the up
The only up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the in your 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 what you sayin'
But little bit a boy know
I be sellin' his first or tape offa me

J]
Don't forget the dope,
You enraged, after you got page,
a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' 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, please
Lookin' deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
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[Verse 3: Infamous & Koopsta]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa guerilla Muslim or some, loop
and straight to the for the chief
put heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and the blunt of the Indicut in my stash,
I in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous where there is no smilin'
the niggas and the weapons are silenced
barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
there's nothing us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
I take something worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
hollow points and disperse going through
you be burnt up and buried in dirt work,
The be smokin' these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 still
sufferin' every day that I

[Koopsta

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

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