Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear fuck shit
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them things blam, let them things
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let them blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must lost their mind
clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

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

Won't stop 'till I see a body
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas love to
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from 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 them guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

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

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