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 nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
again when 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 bust gun

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me when I cruise the
Blue your feet blue seat
He who moves
Cool it be, slow roll
niggas here dey cool with me
Rock the shoes as me
to the same school as me
News be,
That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just 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 fast let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the that we chose
Fast cars and money
And these 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 handglide
But none of survive the rising of the tide
Drown in they own
Like in the mud
a few buds
Make sure he bud
Or toss or throw
I hold the grub

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

2:]
Cancer sniff, hands 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 that's a magic trick
Abra Kadabra, I it all on camera
(While I)My major
Fuck all the
Smokin
slightly lighter than purple with a murk
My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle of
Amongst eachothe, we trust each

another mad situation,
Sad
That nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
Tired of patient,
Tired of up wondering if we gonna make it (gonna make it)
My hands are
I'm a Grindtime
Right hand the
hand the rifle (a rifle)
We freed us
And we both got
I got mine from the
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's all I want to be
A member of the
Rappin and slang
And even at day
I the same thang
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But motherfucker
Who really you blame
I had protica my
Workin towards
another motherfucker
Trying to up
above the water
And Get head from your
But who a fuck
Go on and me up
Big Slim in the building nigga ya G'z up!

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

3:]
The man the toolastan
From to Jerusalem
Used to move it
Twelve sixty two grams
Heavy chevy fuck it
It's a trap 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 partna
Parkin lot on em
Droppin toppin on em
Cop a and flip it on em
Pussy boy boy
You ain't shattered shatta boy
You a boy
Never a boy
That's why I shot all ya boy
em dead
On all my boys
of madosia
Saturate the
Leave a man older nickle plated
Strike made cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
Tell 'em John Brown
If he come town
He be shot down
'pon sight 'pon day 'pon
be dead upon the river
With boxy boys
And them in for my
Beaten swollen like an elephant man
Blunts swollen, bloated like an 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
Fuck you very
Hope you a bad day

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