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 that shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
Let things blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let them blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole strapped 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 blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
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 guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make body rock

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 that tech
beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you shawty 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, you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka broke boy shitting me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
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 them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle to the law fuck a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body

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

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 them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO make your body