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 fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
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 them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned 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 finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make your rock

Won't stop I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my niggas love to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's 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 too much respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and best friend
Let them 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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn
Ain't talking no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this
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 my goons
Came by your front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin like you got shit
Had my niggas all in your
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die cause they sides
And do dumb shit when they get
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and get fried
All the real on this side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every nigga 'round me get real money and merk too

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