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 Indian 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 there's nowhere to hide to run run
motherfuckers here 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 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 I cruise the street
Blue your feet your seat
He who moves
Cool it be, slow roll
These niggas here dey with me
Rock the shoes as me
to the same school as me
News be,
That these niggs I am bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know,
You need to the K up on ya
Chop up all these cards
Career is all that up on ya
skeet,
Move don't let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be instead
Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a in yo head
Hey and ya for bread
Findin the that we chose
cars and this money
And these trifling
it real!

Who wanna test-a the or the pride
I keep it on my hips call me onsly
Go and let a few fly
made a few die
Some fell straight others handglide
But none of survive the rising of the tide
Drown in they own
pigs in the mud
Insert a few
Make he don't bud
Or or throw away
I hold the grub

When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy you're done done
No nowhere to hide 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 motherfuckers here we come
Rude if you feel me bust your gun

2:]
Cancer sniff, just split
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 caught it all on
(While I)My stamina
Fuck all the
lavender
It's slightly than purple with a murk
My family matters but no Urkels in my circle of trust
Amongst eachothe, we each brother

There's mad situation,
Sad
every nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation)
I'm of waiting,
of being patient,
Tired of waking up wondering if we make it (gonna make it)
My hands are
I'm a disciple
Right hand the
Left hand the (a rifle)
We us boys
And we got degrees
I got mine the schools
He got his the street
Told me "little nigga be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he
(now to me)It's kind of sad
That all I want to be
A of the game
and using slang
And at career day
I the same thang
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But really
Who really should you
I had protica my
towards retirement
Just motherfucker
Trying to 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 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 we come come
again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy you're done done
No no where to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me your gun

3:]
The man the toolastan
From here to
to move it down
Twelve sixty two grams
chevy runnin fuck it
It's a bucket car
Red dogs to my
Trying to trap a track
naw we under rated
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double partna
lot pimpin on em
Droppin toppin on em
Cop a and flip it on em
boy boxy boy
You ain't never shattered boy
You a boy
shat a boy
That's why I all ya shattas boy
em dead
On all my boys
of madosia
Saturate the
Leave a man older plated fofo
Strike like cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his over
Tell 'em John Brown
If he through town
He be shot down
'pon sight 'pon day 'pon
He'll be dead the river
With boxy boys
And in for my niggas
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 Jones Nario
I'm hoe
Not not Jack not Bill Collector A
Fuck you much
you have a bad day

(Chuckle)
When the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done done 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 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