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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends 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 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 your rock

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you 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 on me I'm making history
Waka broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
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 your 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 till my heart stop
That KO make your body

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't talking no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm round in this Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for dem
Y'all niggas ain't 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, you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my niggas all in crib
You round like you got bricks
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 side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some busy bees, 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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO your body rock