Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique up fuck one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your rock

Won't 'till I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young love to flex
Strapped up with tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
with no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're on me I'm making history
Waka broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like some bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my stop
KO make your body rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn friends
Ain't about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on your and they gone lay you down for dem racks
niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all don't want no war
Y'all niggas want my goons
around by your front door
But that hot shit, cause you pop
round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You runnin round you got bricks
Most die cause they switch sides
And do dumb when they get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on this
Niggas like Dirk do
nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock