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 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
Grindtime motherfuckers we come come
Rude boys if you me bust your gun

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me when I the street
your feet blue your seat
He who usually
Cool it be, slow your
These niggas dey cool with me
Rock the shoes as me
Went to the 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
up all these credit cards
Career is all laid up on ya
skeet,
Move don't let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be rollin
Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the life that we
Fast cars and money
And these trifling
it real!

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

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
Grindtime motherfuckers we come come
Once again 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 here we come
Rude boys if you feel me your gun

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

There's mad situation,
Sad
every 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 disciple
Right hand the
Left the rifle (a rifle)
We freed us
And we got degrees
I got from the schools
He got his from the
Told me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I 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 said the same
Teacher her haid
"What a god shame"
But really
Who should you blame
I had my environment
Workin towards
Just motherfucker
Trying to up
above the water
And Get from your daughter
But who a fuck
Go on and me up
Big Slim in the nigga throw ya G'z up!

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

3:]
The rugor man the
here to Jerusalem
Used to move it
Twelve hundred two grams
Heavy chevy runnin it
It's a bucket car
Red dogs to my
to trap a track star
Hell naw we rated
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double partna
lot pimpin on em
Droppin toppin on em
Cop a block and 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
Left em
On all my hotter
of madosia
Saturate the
Leave a man nickle plated fofo
like made cobras
Car jot em get em
his life over
Tell 'em Sheriff John
If he through town
He will be down
'pon sight 'pon day 'pon
He'll be dead upon the
them boxy boys
And in for my niggas
Beaten bloated like an elephant 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 not Jack not Bill Collector A
Fuck you very
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 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 jiggy 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