Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck
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 shit
Let them things blam, let them blam
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let them blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
boys 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 forced to
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

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

Won't stop I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my young love to flex
Strapped up with 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 you're 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 guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

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

My turn 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 and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no
niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't want my
Came around by front door
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 die cause they switch sides
And do shit when they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the niggas on this side
Niggas like Dirk do
Every that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you some 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 up on my block
Middle finger to the law a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make body rock