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 fuck shit
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 things blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique up fuck 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, ham it's the summer of sound

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
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 up on my block
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 get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young love to flex
Strapped up 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 broke boy shitting me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies 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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your 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 gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas toting no straps
niggas don't want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
around by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
round like you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round you got bricks
niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get
me, it won't get by
Try to it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on side
shoot like Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get real and merk too

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
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 till my heart stop
That KO make body rock