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 blam
Let things blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost 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 guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

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

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

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we round with extends
I'm round in this Benz
50 rounds in mac
I put a price on your and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas don't no war
Y'all niggas don't want my
Came by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my niggas all in crib
You runnin round like you got
Most die cause they switch sides
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 this
shoot like Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get money and merk too

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