Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

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

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

Won't stop I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my niggas love to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you shawty throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too too much respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding with extends
I'm ridin in this Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on your head and gone lay you down 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 your front
But that hot shit, you pop shit
round like you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die cause switch sides
And do dumb when they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on this
Niggas like Dirk do
nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them 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 nigga till my heart
That KO make body rock