Luyện nghe bài hát Grab The Gauge

(4x)]

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

[Verse 1: Gangsta

I'm smokin' out, I'm large,
Naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I keep you hatas out my
Yo life is motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked 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' strictly the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas need to grow up out that shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit fakin' just ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe on the scenery
Scenery, wid red dots, infra red beams
Now you gon' go?
You can't your life is over kid,
time for the killin'
Cause you fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

4x]

[DJ
2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Man nigga kill me
tellin' these people that about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his
Plus he gotta Kim, to get a ride

J]
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah
The nigga about the hard shit on that tape,
talkin' about, my tape
Knowin' he sweet as

[DJ
The type ah nigga to these hoes
that's he about to the fuck up
The only up bitch you doin'
Is I stick the grenade 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
These hoes be killin' me so softly,
Juice man I know you sayin'
But bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape me

J]
Don't about the dope,
You enraged, you got that 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 fucked his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin'

J]

Young nigga you'll never sell more the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
(4x)]

[Verse 3: Infamous & Koopsta]
Infamous is strapped like an Italian Arabic
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of 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 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 Island where there is no smilin'
the buckwild and the weapons are silenced
Military buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
nothing 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 through the back of your shirt
hollow points burst and disperse through
you be up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' niggas for shit
can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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