Luyện nghe bài hát Blam Blam

(oh the mercy)
Yo one time for yo man 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 glock go blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done 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 there's no where to hide to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Rude boys if you feel me bust gun

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

Who wanna test-a the 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 down handglide
But none of survive the rising of the tide
in they own blood
Like in the mud
Insert a few
Make sure he bud
Or or throw away
I hold the grub

When the glock go blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No there's to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we 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 nowhere to run run
motherfuckers here 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 flag a
Over there like a bag of
Whodini and out of a bikini that's a magic trick
Abra Kadabra, I caught it all on
(While I)My major
Fuck all the
lavender
It's slightly than purple with a murk
My family but ain't no Urkels in my circle of trust
Amongst eachothe, we trust each

another mad situation,
Sad
That every nigga I is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
of being patient,
Tired of waking up if we gonna make it (gonna make it)
My are full
I'm a Grindtime
Right hand the
Left hand the (a rifle)
We us boys
And we got degrees
I got from the schools
He got his from the
Told me "little 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 member of the
Rappin and slang
And at career day
I said the same
Teacher shook her
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who really should you
I had protica my
towards retirement
Just another
Trying to up
Hand the water
And Get head from daughter
But who a fuck
Go on and me up
Big Slim in the building throw ya G'z up!

When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get done you're done done
No nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime here we come come
again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No there's no where to nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Rude boys if you 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 dogs to my
Trying to trap a track
Hell naw we under
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double played
Parkin lot 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 shot all ya boy
em dead
On all my hotter
Blunts of
Saturate the
Leave a man older nickle plated
Strike like cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
Tell 'em Sheriff John
If he through town
He will be down
'pon sight day 'pon night
He'll be upon the river
With them boys
And in for my niggas
Beaten swollen bloated like an man
swollen, bloated like an elephant man
Past getting high, for the hell of it man
If you Grindtime
You man
Not Peel, not Nario shit
I'm hoe
Not Zack not Jack not Bill A
Fuck you much
you have a bad day

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