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 nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Once when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No no where to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Rude boys if you me bust your gun

1:]
Usually the two be
me when I cruise the street
Blue your feet blue seat
He who moves
it be, slow your roll
These niggas here dey with me
Rock the same as me
to the same school as me
News 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
Chop up all these credit
is all that laid up on ya
skeet,
Move fast let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out here to put a hole in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the that we chose
cars and this money
And these trifling
it real!

Who wanna the goon or the pride
I keep it on my hips call me onsly
Go and let a few fly
That a few die
Some fell straight down others
But of them survive the rising of the tide
Drown in own blood
Like in the mud
a few buds
Make sure he bud
Or or throw away
I don't hold the

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 get jiggy 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 bust gun

2:]
Cancer sniff, just split
me in the jag and dip
Nag a bitch and a ship
Over like a bag of chips
Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a trick
Abra Kadabra, I caught it all on
(While I)My major
all the amateurs
Smokin
It's slightly than purple with a murk
My matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle of trust
Amongst eachothe, we trust brother

another mad situation,
Sad
That nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
Tired of patient,
Tired of waking up wondering if we make it (gonna make it)
My are full
I'm a Grindtime
hand the Bible
Left the rifle (a rifle)
We us boys
And we both got
I got mine the schools
He got his from the
Told me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no he
(now back to me)It's of sad
That that's all I to be
A of the game
Rappin and slang
And at career day
I said the thang
Teacher her haid
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who should you blame
I had protica my
Workin retirement
another motherfucker
Trying to up
above the water
And Get head from daughter
But who a fuck
Go on and me up
Big Slim in the nigga throw ya G'z up!

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

3:]
The rugor man the
here to Jerusalem
Used to it down
hundred sixty two grams
Heavy chevy runnin it
It's a bucket 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 double played
Parkin lot on em
toppin flippin on em
Cop a block and it on em
Pussy boy boy
You ain't never shatta boy
You a boy
shat a boy
That's why I all ya shattas boy
Left em
On all my hotter
Blunts of
Saturate the
Leave a man nickle plated fofo
like made cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
Tell 'em Sheriff John
If he come town
He be shot down
'pon sight 'pon day night
He'll be dead upon the
With them boxy
And them in for my
Beaten bloated like an elephant man
swollen, bloated like an elephant man
Past high, smokin' for the hell of it man
If you Grindtime
You man
Not Peel, not Nario shit
I'm hoe
Not not Jack not Bill Collector A
you very much
Hope you a bad day

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