Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
Let them things blam, let them things
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, boys crazy, must have lost 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 them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends to enemies, enemies turned to friends
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
Middle finger to the law a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body

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

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

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

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