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 fuck shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My chopper 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, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you 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 guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make your body

Won't stop 'till I see a body
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm about a
See my young love to flex
Strapped up with 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 on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns 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
That KO your body rock

My friends in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
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 toting no straps
Y'all niggas don't no war
Y'all niggas don't want my
Came around by front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You runnin like 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 niggas on side
Niggas shoot Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get money and merk too

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