Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear 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 up I'm on fuck shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
Whole clique strapped up one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let them 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 guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns 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 till my heart stop
That KO make body rock

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas love to
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you 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 hating on me I'm history
Waka goin broke boy me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies 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 guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make your body

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

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