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

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

Won't stop 'till I see a body
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas 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 too much 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 blam, let them guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Friends to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your 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 nigga 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 ridin in this Benz
50 rounds in mac
I put a price on your head and gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no
niggas don't want no war
Y'all don't want my goons
Came around by your front
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my niggas all in your
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die cause they sides
And do dumb when they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real on this side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every nigga 'round me get real money and merk too

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, you and your best friend
Let them 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 your body rock