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 fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let 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, them boys crazy, must have lost mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
turned 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 up on my block
Middle finger to the law a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make body rock

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
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 up your set
A want 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
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies 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 up on my block
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we round with extends
I'm round in this Benz
50 rounds in mac
I put a on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
Came by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You runnin round you got bricks
Most die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get
me, it won't 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 guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle finger to the law a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body