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

1:]
Usually the two be
me when I cruise the street
Blue your feet blue seat
He who usually
it be, slow your roll
These niggas dey cool with me
Rock the shoes as me
Went to the same as me
News be,
That these niggs I am 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 that up on ya
skeet,
Move fast don't let them lay up on ya
You know you really be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo
Hey and sold ya for
Findin the that we chose
Fast cars and this
And these trifling
it real!

Who wanna the goon or the pride
I keep it on my hips call me onsly
Go and let a few fly
That a few die
Some fell straight others handglide
But none of them the rising of the tide
Drown in they own
Like in the mud
Insert a few
sure he don't bud
Or toss or throw
I don't the grub

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

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

another mad situation,
Sad
That nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
Tired of patient,
Tired of waking up if we gonna make it (gonna make it)
My hands are
I'm a disciple
Right hand the
hand the rifle (a rifle)
We us boys
And we got degrees
I got from the schools
He got his from the
Told me "little don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't 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 at career day
I the same thang
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But really
Who really you blame
I had my environment
Workin towards
Just another
Trying to up
above the water
And Get head your daughter
But who gives a
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 you're done
No there's 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 you're done done
No there's no to hide nowhere to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me your gun

3:]
The man the toolastan
From to Jerusalem
Used to it down
hundred sixty two grams
Heavy chevy fuck it
It's a bucket car
Red dogs to my
Trying to a track star
Hell naw we under
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip played partna
Parkin lot on em
Droppin toppin on em
Cop a block and it on em
boy boxy boy
You ain't never shattered boy
You a boy
Never a boy
why I shot all ya shattas boy
Left em
On all my boys
Blunts of
the polo
Leave a man nickle plated fofo
like made cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
Tell 'em John Brown
If he come town
He be shot down
'pon 'pon day 'pon night
He'll be dead the river
With them boys
And in for my niggas
Beaten swollen bloated like an man
Blunts swollen, bloated like an man
Past high, smokin' for the hell of it man
If you ain't
You man
Not Peel, not Jones shit
I'm hoe
Not Zack not Jack not Bill A
you very much
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 nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
motherfuckers 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 if you feel me bust your gun