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 do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B'

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

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me when I the street
Blue your blue your seat
He who usually
Cool it be, your roll
These niggas here dey with me
the same shoes as me
Went to the same as me
would 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 credit cards
Career is all laid up on ya
skeet,
Move fast let them bitches lay up on ya
You you really wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the that we chose
cars and this money
And trifling hoes
it real!

Who test-a the goon or the pride
I keep it on my hips they call me
Go and let a few fly
That a few die
Some straight down others handglide
But none of them survive the rising of the
Drown in they own
pigs in the mud
Insert a few
Make sure he bud
Or toss or throw
I don't hold the

When the glock go blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No there's nowhere to hide 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
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
there like a bag of chips
Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a trick
Kadabra, I caught it all on camera
(While I)My stamina
Fuck all the
Smokin
It's lighter than purple with a murk
My family but ain't no Urkels in my circle of trust
eachothe, we trust each brother

There's mad situation,
Sad
That every I know is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
of being patient,
Tired of waking up wondering if we gonna make it (gonna it)
My are full
I'm a Grindtime
hand the Bible
Left hand the (a rifle)
We freed us
And we both got
I got from the schools
He got his the street
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's all I want to be
A of the game
Rappin and slang
And even at day
I the same thang
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But really
Who should you blame
I had my environment
towards retirement
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 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 there's no where to nowhere to run run
Grindtime here we come come
Rude if you feel me bust your gun

3:]
The man the toolastan
here to Jerusalem
Used to it down
Twelve sixty two grams
Heavy chevy fuck it
It's a bucket car
Red dogs to my
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
boy boxy boy
You ain't never shatta boy
You a boy
Never a boy
That's why I shot all ya boy
em dead
On all my hotter
Blunts of
the polo
Leave a man older plated fofo
like made cobras
Car jot em get em
his life over
Tell 'em John Brown
If he come through
He will be down
'pon sight 'pon day night
He'll be dead the river
With boxy boys
And them in for my
swollen bloated like an elephant man
Blunts swollen, like an elephant man
Past getting high, smokin' for the of it man
If you ain't
You man
Not Peel, not Jones 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 done you're done done
No nowhere 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 jiggy done done done
No there's no where to nowhere to run run
Grindtime here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me your gun