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 blam, let them things blam
Let them things blam, let them blam
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 things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of

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

Won't stop 'till I see a body
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my young love to flex
Strapped up with that
beef, no talking, shawty 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, you're hating on me I'm making history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned 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 body