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 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 there's to hide nowhere to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Once again when the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No there's no where to 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 the street
your feet blue your seat
He who moves
Cool it be, slow roll
These here dey cool with me
the same shoes as me
Went to the school as me
would be,
That niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know,
You need to 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 wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and sold ya for
Findin the life that we
cars and this 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 handglide
But of them survive the rising of the tide
in they own blood
Like in the mud
Insert a few
sure he don't bud
Or toss or throw
I hold the grub

When the go blam 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 we come come
Once again 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 here we come
Rude boys if you feel me your gun

2:]
Cancer sniff, hands just
me in the jag and dip
Nag a bitch and flag a
there like a bag of chips
Whodini and 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 with a murk
My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle of
Amongst eachothe, we trust each

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 gonna it (gonna make it)
My hands are
I'm a Grindtime
Right hand the
Left hand the (a rifle)
We us boys
And we got degrees
I got mine from the
He got his the street
Told me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't no disrespecting he
(now to me)It's kind of sad
That all I want to be
A member of the
Rappin and slang
And at career day
I the same thang
Teacher her haid
"What a god shame"
But really
Who really should you
I had protica my
Workin retirement
Just another
to come up
Hand above the
And Get head your daughter
But who gives a
Go on and me up
Big Slim in the building 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 nowhere to hide to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Once again the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you get jiggy done you're done done
No there's no to hide nowhere to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Rude boys if you me bust your gun

3:]
The rugor man the
From to Jerusalem
Used to move it
hundred sixty two grams
Heavy runnin fuck it
a bucket trap car
Red dogs to my
to trap a track star
Hell naw we under
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 block and it on em
boy boxy boy
You ain't shattered shatta boy
You a boy
Never a boy
why I shot all ya shattas boy
Left em
On all my hotter
Blunts of
the polo
Leave a man older nickle fofo
Strike made cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
'em Sheriff John Brown
If he come town
He will be down
'pon sight 'pon day 'pon
He'll be upon the river
With them boys
And them in for my
Beaten swollen bloated an elephant man
Blunts swollen, bloated like an man
Past getting high, for the hell of it man
If you ain't
You man
Not Peel, not Nario shit
I'm hoe
Not Zack not Jack not Collector A
Fuck you much
you have a bad day

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