Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear fuck shit
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
My chopper up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, 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 them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like busy 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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
KO make your body rock

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas love to
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
Waka broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't 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 guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some busy bees, 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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
KO make your body rock

My friends in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding with extends
I'm ridin round in Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on your and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't no straps
Y'all don't want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
Came around by your door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
round like you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin like you got bricks
Most niggas die they switch sides
And do dumb 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
shoot like Dirk do
Every that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best
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 nigga till my stop
That KO your body rock