Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

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

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

Won't stop I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas love to
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 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 money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

My turn in my enemies, my enemies 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 your head and they lay you down for dem racks
Y'all ain't toting no straps
niggas don't want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
Came by your front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You runnin round like you got
niggas die cause they switch sides
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 like do
Every nigga that's 'round me get money and merk too

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like some 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 to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock