Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

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

Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
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 friend
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas 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 much too much
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like 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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
KO make your body rock

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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
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 them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your body