Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them 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 things blam, let things blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
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 guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

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

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my niggas love to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
with no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too 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 blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some bees, kill 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
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your rock

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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like 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