Luyện nghe bài hát Blam Blam

(oh the mercy)
Yo one time 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 and cash on the B'

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

1:]
Usually the two be
me when I cruise the street
Blue feet blue your seat
He who usually
it be, slow your roll
These here dey cool with me
the same shoes as me
Went to the school as me
would be,
That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just to let ya know,
You need to the K up on ya
up all these credit cards
Career is all that up on ya
skeet,
Move fast let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you wanna be rollin instead
Hey some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the life that we
Fast and this money
And these trifling
it real!

Who wanna the goon or the pride
I keep it on my hips they me onsly
Go and let a few fly
made a few die
Some fell straight others handglide
But none of them survive the of the tide
Drown in own blood
pigs in the mud
Insert a few
Make he don't bud
Or or throw away
I don't the grub

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

2:]
Cancer sniff, hands split
me in the jag and dip
Nag a and flag a ship
Over there a bag of chips
and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick
Abra Kadabra, I it all on camera
(While I)My stamina
Fuck all the
lavender
It's slightly lighter than purple with a
My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my of trust
eachothe, we trust each brother

There's mad situation,
Sad
That every nigga I know is in a bad (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
Tired of patient,
Tired of waking up wondering if we gonna make it (gonna it)
My are full
I'm a disciple
Right hand the
hand the rifle (a rifle)
We us boys
And we got degrees
I got mine the schools
He got his the street
me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he
(now back to me)It's of sad
That all I want to be
A of the game
and using slang
And even at day
I said the same
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who should you blame
I had protica my
Workin towards
Just motherfucker
to come up
Hand the water
And Get from your daughter
But who a fuck
Go on and me up
Big in the building nigga throw ya G'z up!

When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done 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 done done
No no where to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Rude if you feel me bust your gun

3:]
The rugor man the
From to Jerusalem
Used to move it
Twelve sixty two grams
Heavy chevy runnin it
It's a trap car
Red to my nigga
Trying to a track star
Hell naw we under
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double partna
Parkin lot on em
Droppin toppin on em
Cop a block and it on em
boy boxy boy
You never shattered shatta boy
You a boy
shat a boy
That's why I shot all ya boy
em dead
On all my boys
Blunts of
the polo
Leave a man older plated fofo
Strike like cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his life
Tell 'em Sheriff Brown
If he come through
He be shot down
sight 'pon day 'pon night
He'll be upon the river
With them boys
And in for my niggas
swollen bloated like an elephant man
Blunts swollen, bloated like an man
Past getting high, for the hell of it man
If you ain't
You man
Not Peel, not Jones Nario
I'm hoe
Not Zack not Jack not Collector A
Fuck you much
Hope you a bad day

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