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 fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
Whole clique up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

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

Won't 'till I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young love to flex
Strapped up that tech
beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga me dead, got a check on my head 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, ain't to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

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

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