Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear fuck 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 fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have their mind
Whole clique strapped up one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your 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

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck round get
my shawty 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 with no regret, where you from throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best
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 nigga till my stop
That KO make your body

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

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