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 fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
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 blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, 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 forced to
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like 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 up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
KO make your body rock

Won't stop I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
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 no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
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 them blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
KO make 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 in this Benz
50 in this mac
I put a on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas want no war
Y'all niggas don't my goons
around by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin like you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You round like you got bricks
Most die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on this
Niggas like Dirk do
Every nigga 'round me get real money and merk too

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
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
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO your body rock