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 things blam, let them blam
Let things blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let things blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, 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 to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like some 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 stop
That KO make body rock

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up with tech
beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from throw 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 broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

My friends in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with
I'm round 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 no straps
Y'all niggas want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
Came around by your door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my niggas all in your
You runnin round like you got
Most die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get
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 that's 'round me get real money and too

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns 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 heart
That KO make your rock