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 out, I'm livin' large,
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this
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 from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no
Everybody ride for he say she say they say next
strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
You suckas need to grow up out that shit
nine-six, to two G bitch
Quit just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib
Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red
Now where you go?
You can't hide your life is kid,
It's for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass

4x]

[DJ
[Verse 2: DJ Paul & J]
Man this kill me
tellin' these people that he's to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his
he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

J]
I saw the standin' out in front ah Best
The talk about the hard shit on that tape,
about, bout my tape
Knowin' he as cake

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

J]
He say he so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit ill shit,
You female

[DJ
These hoes be me ever so softly,
Juice man I know you sayin'
But little bit a bitch boy
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape me

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

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

J]

Young nigga you'll sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
Lookin' tryna deal wid big 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 head of your neck
I reckon I wreckin' ya South
Killa guerilla Colombian or some, loop
and to the head for the chief
put your heart in the and I spit on yo ashes
and the of the Indicut down in my stash,
I in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are
Military barbarian '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 worst out ah all ah these
flesh and bone through the of your shirt
points burst and disperse going through
you be burnt up and buried in that'll work,
The Scarecrow be these niggas for shit
they can't get wid bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the of Triple 6 niggas still
every day that I swear

[Koopsta

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

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