Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
Let them blam, let them things blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let them blam
My chopper filled up, let things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like busy 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
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO your body rock

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

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

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

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