Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

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

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 bees, kill you and your best friend
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 till my stop
That KO make your body

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
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 too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

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

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