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 sniff and 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 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 hide to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust gun

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me when I the street
Blue your feet your seat
He who moves
Cool it be, your roll
These niggas dey cool with me
Rock the shoes as me
to the same school as me
News be,
That niggs 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 these cards
Career is all laid up on ya
skeet,
Move fast let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some out here tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
the life that we chose
Fast cars and money
And trifling hoes
it real!

Who test-a the goon or the pride
I keep it on my hips they 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 they own
pigs in the mud
Insert a few
sure he don't bud
Or or throw away
I don't hold the

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

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

another 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 Grindtime
hand the Bible
Left the rifle (a rifle)
We freed us
And we both got
I got mine the schools
He got his from the
me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he
(now to me)It's kind of sad
That all I want to be
A of the game
Rappin and using
And even at day
I the same thang
Teacher her haid
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who really you blame
I had my environment
Workin towards
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 building nigga ya G'z up!

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 motherfuckers here we come
again 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 if you feel me bust your gun

3:]
The rugor man the
From here to
Used to move it
Twelve hundred sixty two
Heavy chevy fuck it
It's a trap car
Red to my nigga
Trying to trap a star
Hell naw we rated
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double played
lot pimpin on em
Droppin toppin on em
Cop a block and it on em
Pussy boy boy
You ain't never shatta boy
You a boy
Never a boy
why I shot all ya shattas boy
Left em
On all my hotter
Blunts of
Saturate the
Leave a man nickle plated fofo
Strike like cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
Tell 'em John Brown
If he through town
He will be down
'pon sight 'pon day 'pon
He'll be dead the river
With them boxy
And in for my niggas
swollen bloated like an elephant man
Blunts swollen, bloated an elephant man
getting high, smokin' for the hell of it man
If you Grindtime
You man
Not Peel, not Nario shit
I'm hoe
Not Zack not not Bill Collector A
you very much
Hope you a bad day

(Chuckle)
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
motherfuckers 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 hide to run run
Grindtime here we come come
boys if you feel me bust your gun