Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
Let them blam, let them 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 got extendos, let them things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
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 guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO make your rock

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

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

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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like 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
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make your body