Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them crazy, must have lost their mind
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 blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

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

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

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
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 guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock

My turn 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 lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no
Y'all don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't want my
Came by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You round like you got bricks
niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit they get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on this
Niggas like Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get real money and too

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