Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too to hear that fuck shit
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them blam
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let guns 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 them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them 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

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas love to
Strapped up with tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live no regret, where 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 respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

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

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them 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 heart
That KO make body rock