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 fuck
Let them blam, let them things blam
Let them things blam, let them things
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must lost their mind
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, ham it's the summer of sound

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

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

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

My turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with
I'm ridin in this Benz
50 rounds in mac
I put a price on 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 want my goons
Came around by your front
But that hot shit, cause you pop
Runnin round like you got
Had my all in your crib
You runnin like you got bricks
niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit they get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and get fried
All the real on this side
Niggas shoot like do
Every nigga that's me get real money and merk too

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