Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to that fuck shit
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
Let things blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let them blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

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

Won't stop I see a body drop
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up with tech
beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, you from 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, while you're on me I'm making history
Waka broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let them guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding with extends
I'm round in this Benz
50 rounds in mac
I put a price on head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all ain't toting no straps
niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas want my goons
around by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round like you got
Most niggas die cause switch sides
And do dumb when they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real on this side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every nigga 'round me get real money and merk too

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