Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
Let them things blam, let 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 them things
My got extendos, let them things blam
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, have lost their mind
Whole clique up fuck one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let guns 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 guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them 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
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your rock

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, you're hating on me I'm making history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

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

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