Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them things blam, let them things
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My got extendos, let them 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 lost their mind
clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
turned 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 to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your rock

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my niggas love to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live with no regret, you from shawty 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 you're on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn
talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin 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 no straps
Y'all don't want no war
niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your door
But that hot shit, cause you pop
Runnin round you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin like you got bricks
Most niggas die cause they switch
And do dumb shit when get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real on this side
Niggas like Dirk do
nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some busy bees, 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 my heart stop
That KO make your body