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 fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let things 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 chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must lost their mind
Whole strapped up fuck one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to
Let guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

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

Won't stop 'till I see a body
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas love to
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga 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 making
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like 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 turnt up on my
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO make body rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with
I'm round in this Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on head and they gone 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 by your front door
But that hot shit, cause you pop
Runnin round you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die they switch sides
And do dumb shit when get high
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on this
Niggas shoot Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get real and merk too

Let them guns blam,
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 your best
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my stop
KO make your body rock