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 them things blam, let them blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let things blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost mind
Whole strapped 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 guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

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

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young love to flex
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
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with
I'm round in this Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on your and they gone lay you down for dem racks
niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
Came by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round you got bricks
niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit they 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 them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
turned 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 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 your body rock