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 blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
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, ham it's the summer of sound

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

Won't stop 'till I see a body
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young love to flex
Strapped up 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 hating on me I'm making history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some 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 to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO make your body