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 get jiggy done you're done done
No there's nowhere to hide to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come
Once when the glock go blam 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 we come come
Rude if you feel me bust your gun

1:]
Usually the two be
Beside me when I the street
Blue your feet your seat
He who moves
Cool it be, slow roll
These niggas here dey with me
Rock the same as me
Went to the same as me
News 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 don't 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 sold ya for
Findin the life we chose
cars and this money
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
fell straight down others handglide
But none of survive the rising of the tide
in they own blood
Like in the mud
Insert a few
Make he don't bud
Or toss or away
I don't hold the

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 here we come come
Once again when the 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

2:]
Cancer sniff, just split
me in the jag and dip
Nag a and flag a ship
Over like a bag of chips
Whodini and genie out of a that's a magic trick
Abra Kadabra, I caught it all on
(While I)My major
Fuck all the
Smokin
It's slightly lighter purple with a murk
My family matters but no Urkels in my circle of trust
Amongst eachothe, we trust brother

another 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 make it (gonna make it)
My are full
I'm a Grindtime
Right hand the
hand the rifle (a rifle)
We freed us
And we both got
I got from the schools
He got his from the
Told me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I listen no disrespecting he
(now back to me)It's of sad
That that's all I to be
A of the game
Rappin and using
And at career day
I said the same
shook her haid
"What a god shame"
But really
Who really you blame
I had my environment
Workin towards
Just motherfucker
Trying to up
above the water
And Get head your daughter
But who gives a
Go on and me up
Big in the building 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 there's to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers we come come
Once again when the go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done
No no where to hide nowhere to run run
motherfuckers here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust gun

3:]
The man the toolastan
From to Jerusalem
Used to it down
Twelve sixty two grams
Heavy runnin fuck it
It's a trap car
Red to my nigga
Trying to a track star
Hell naw we under
be the day mo'
Catch me in da mo'
I got the yay mo'
Slip double played
Parkin lot on em
Droppin flippin on em
Cop a block and it on em
Pussy boy boy
You ain't never shattered boy
You a boy
Never a boy
That's why I shot all ya boy
Left em
On all my hotter
of madosia
Saturate the
Leave a man older nickle fofo
like made cobras
Car jot em get em
Cause his life
Tell 'em Sheriff Brown
If he come town
He will be down
'pon sight 'pon day 'pon
be dead upon the river
With them boxy
And them in for my
swollen bloated like an elephant man
Blunts swollen, like an elephant 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 Collector A
Fuck you much
Hope you a bad day

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