Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

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

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

stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty 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 respect
Pride, dignity, you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let them guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns 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 guns 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 body