Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, 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 summer of

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let them 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 stop
That KO make your rock

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas love to
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live no regret, where 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, you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy 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 blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies 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 guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn 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 they gone lay you down for dem
Y'all ain't toting no straps
niggas don't want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
around by your front door
But that hot shit, cause you pop
Runnin round like you got
Had my all in your crib
You round like you got bricks
Most niggas die 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 niggas on this
Niggas like Dirk do
Every that's 'round me get real money and merk too

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