Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to that fuck shit
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them things blam, let them things
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them crazy, must 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 blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

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

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from shawty up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you some busy bees, kill 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
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my stop
That KO make your rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn
Ain't talking 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 gone lay you for dem racks
niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all don't want no war
niggas don't want my goons
Came around by front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
round like you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round like you got
Most niggas die they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every that's 'round me get real money and merk too

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