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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some bees, kill 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 heart
That KO make your body

Won't stop 'till I see a body
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up with tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live with no regret, where you from 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 hating on me I'm making
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round 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
Y'all ain't toting no straps
Y'all don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't my goons
Came around by front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die they switch sides
And do dumb shit they get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and get fried
All the niggas on this side
Niggas shoot like do
nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns 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 nigga till my heart
That KO make your rock