Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let them things blam, let them things
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 young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must lost their mind
clique 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 guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like busy bees, kill you and your best friend
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 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 love to flex
Strapped up with tech
beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you shawty throw 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 making
Waka broke boy shitting me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

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

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned 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 turnt up on my
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock