Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
Let them things blam, let them blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

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

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

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

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

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