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

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me when I the street
Blue your feet blue your
He who usually
Cool it be, slow your
These niggas here dey cool me
Rock the same as me
Went to the school as me
News be,
That these niggs I am tryin up on ya, I just called to let ya know,
You to keep the K up on ya
Chop up all these cards
is all that laid up on ya
skeet,
Move fast don't let bitches lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be rollin
Hey there niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and sold ya for
Findin the that we chose
Fast and this money
And these hoes
it real!

Who test-a the goon or the pride
I keep it on my they call me onsly
Go and let a few fly
made a few die
Some fell straight others handglide
But of them survive the rising of the tide
in they own blood
Like 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 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 get jiggy done you're done done
No there's no where to nowhere to run run
Grindtime 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
Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic
Abra Kadabra, I it all on camera
(While I)My stamina
Fuck all the
Smokin
It's lighter than purple with a murk
My family matters but no Urkels in my circle 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 make it (gonna make it)
My are full
I'm a Grindtime
Right hand the
Left hand the (a rifle)
We freed us
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 listen no disrespecting he
(now to me)It's kind of sad
That that's all I to be
A member of the
and using slang
And even at day
I said the thang
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who should you blame
I had my environment
Workin retirement
Just another
to come up
Hand the water
And Get head from 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 don't get jiggy done you're done
No nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime 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 here we come
Rude boys if you feel me your gun

3:]
The rugor man the
From to Jerusalem
to move it down
Twelve sixty two grams
Heavy chevy runnin it
a bucket trap car
Red to my nigga
Trying to a track star
naw we under rated
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double partna
Parkin lot on em
Droppin flippin on em
Cop a block and it on em
boy boxy boy
You never shattered shatta boy
You a boy
Never a boy
why I shot all ya shattas boy
Left em
On all my boys
of madosia
Saturate the
Leave a man older plated fofo
Strike made cobras
Car jot em get em
his life over
Tell 'em Sheriff Brown
If he come through
He be shot down
sight 'pon day 'pon night
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
Past getting high, smokin' for the of it man
If you ain't
You man
Not Peel, not Jones Nario
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 get jiggy done you're done done
No there's nowhere to 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 feel me bust gun