Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

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

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

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live with no regret, where you from shawty 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 you're hating on me I'm history
Waka broke boy shitting me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns 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 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 heart
KO make your body rock