Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns 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 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 your body rock

Won't stop I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live with no regret, you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga 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, ain't to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn friends
talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin in this Benz
50 rounds in mac
I put a price on your head and gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no
Y'all don't want no war
niggas don't want my goons
Came by your front door
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my niggas all in your
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die cause switch sides
And do dumb shit they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to it cool, and you'll get fried
All the niggas on this side
Niggas shoot like do
nigga 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
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 guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock