Luyện nghe bài hát Blam Blam

(oh the mercy)
Yo one for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B'

When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done
No there's nowhere to hide to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Once when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done
No there's no where to hide to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers we come come
Rude boys if you me bust your gun

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me I cruise the street
Blue feet blue your seat
He who moves
it be, slow your roll
These niggas here dey with me
the same shoes as me
Went to the school as me
would be,
That niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know,
You need to the K up on ya
Chop up all these credit
Career is all that up on ya
skeet,
Move don't let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be rollin
Hey there niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the life that we
Fast cars and this
And these trifling
it real!

Who wanna test-a the goon or the
I keep it on my hips they call me
Go and let a few fly
That a few die
Some fell down others handglide
But none of them the rising of the tide
Drown in own blood
pigs in the mud
Insert a few
sure he don't bud
Or toss or away
I don't hold the

When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy you're done done
No there's nowhere to hide to run run
Grindtime here we come come
Once again the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done
No there's no where to nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Rude boys if you me bust your gun

2:]
Cancer sniff, just split
me in the jag and dip
Nag a bitch and flag a
Over like a bag of chips
Whodini and genie out of a bikini a magic trick
Kadabra, I caught it all on camera
(While I)My major
Fuck all the
lavender
It's slightly than purple with a murk
My family matters but no Urkels in my circle of trust
eachothe, we trust each brother

There's mad situation,
Sad
every nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
Tired of patient,
of waking up wondering if we gonna make it (gonna make it)
My hands are
I'm a disciple
Right hand the
Left the rifle (a rifle)
We us boys
And we both got
I got mine from the
He got his the street
Told me "little don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he
(now to me)It's kind of sad
That that's all I to be
A member of the
and using slang
And at career day
I said the thang
Teacher her haid
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who should you blame
I had my environment
towards retirement
Just another
to come up
Hand the water
And Get head from your
But who gives a
Go on and me up
Big Slim in the building nigga ya G'z up!

When the glock go blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Once again when the glock go blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done done done
No no where to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
boys if you feel me bust your gun

3:]
The rugor man the
From here to
Used to it down
hundred sixty two grams
Heavy chevy runnin it
It's a trap car
Red to my nigga
Trying to a track star
Hell naw we rated
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip played partna
lot pimpin on em
Droppin flippin on em
Cop a and flip it on em
boy boxy boy
You never shattered shatta boy
You a boy
Never a boy
That's why I all ya shattas boy
em dead
On all my boys
of madosia
Saturate the
Leave a man older plated fofo
Strike like made
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
'em Sheriff John Brown
If he come town
He be shot down
'pon sight day 'pon night
be dead upon the river
With boxy boys
And them in for my
Beaten swollen bloated like an man
Blunts swollen, bloated an elephant man
Past getting high, smokin' for the of it man
If you Grindtime
You man
Not Peel, not Jones shit
I'm hoe
Not not Jack not Bill Collector A
Fuck you much
you have a bad day

(Chuckle)
When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy you're done done
No there's nowhere to hide to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get done you're done done
No there's no where to hide to run run
Grindtime here we come come
boys if you feel me bust your gun