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 shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them things blam, let them blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let them things
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just some niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
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 them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
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 them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
That KO make your rock

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas love to
Strapped up with tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty a bet
Live 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 much
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm history
Waka goin broke boy me
money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like busy bees, kill you and your 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 till my heart stop
That KO make body rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding with extends
I'm ridin round in 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 niggas want no war
Y'all niggas don't my goons
Came around by your door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You runnin round like you got
Most niggas die they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on side
Niggas shoot Dirk do
Every nigga 'round 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 some busy bees, kill you and best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let them 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 heart
That KO make body rock