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 fuck
Let things blam, let them things blam
My chopper up, let them things blam
My got extendos, let them things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have their mind
Whole strapped up fuck one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns 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 guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
KO make your body rock

Won't stop I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas love to
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
with no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

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

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