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 blam, let them things blam
Let things blam, let them things blam
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 blam
My got extendos, let them things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their 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 guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

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

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up with tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live with no regret, where you shawty throw up your set
A want me dead, got a check 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 money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
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 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 nigga till my stop
KO make your body rock

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

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