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 blam, let them things blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
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, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, 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 to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and best friend
Let them blam, bow
Let them 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

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my niggas love to flex
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live with no regret, where you from shawty up your set
A want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm history
Waka broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this
50 in this mac
I put a price on your head and they lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't no straps
niggas 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 cause they switch
And do dumb shit they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and get fried
All the real niggas on side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get real and merk too

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