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 things blam
Let them things blam, let them blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
My chopper up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have 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 to shine
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

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

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up with that
Want beef, no talking, shawty 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, while you're hating on me I'm making
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

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

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