Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
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 blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have their mind
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 guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

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

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty 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 nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too 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 them blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn friends
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 head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas toting no straps
Y'all don't want no war
niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your door
But that hot shit, cause you pop
Runnin like you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You round like you got bricks
niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this
Niggas shoot like do
Every nigga that's 'round me get money and merk too

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns 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 till my heart stop
That KO your body rock