Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them things blam, let them blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
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 guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
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 guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle to the law fuck a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body

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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns 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

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

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 like busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle finger to the law a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body