Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Boo]

I'm out, I'm livin' large,
naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga are Triple 6
I keep you out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me up on that game
I'm niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I no hata
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say
strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' just ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the
Scenery, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you go?
You can't hide your life is kid,
It's time for the
Cause you have fucked up wid the ass bitch

4x]

[DJ
2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Man this nigga me
tellin' these people he's about to go nationwide
he gotta drop his tapes of his self
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, bout my
he sweet as cake

[DJ
The ah nigga to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the up
The blowin' up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the in your butt

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

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

J]
Don't forget the dope,
You enraged, you got that page,
From a doctor from the department
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 signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin'

J]

Young nigga you'll sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
(4x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous &
Infamous is comin' like an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip damn head of your neck
I I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Muslim or some, loop
and to the head for the chief
put your heart in the back and I on yo ashes
and the blunt of the down in my stash,
I reside in the insane the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous where there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the are silenced
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em wid the
there's combine us,
scarier, insanitarium, popper and 'em,
There's no merry love, murder blood,
Till I take worst out ah all ah these
flesh and through the back of your shirt
hollow burst and disperse going through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for
they can't get wid bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day that I

Knicca]

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

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