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 things blam, let them things blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My got extendos, let them things blam
I'm Riverdale, full of young niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up one time
the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

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

Won't 'till I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up with tech
beef, no talking, shawty that's 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 respect
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw 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 guns blam, Flocka
Let guns 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 guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns 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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies 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 they gone lay you for dem racks
Y'all ain't toting no straps
Y'all don't want no war
niggas don't want my goons
Came around by front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin like you got shit
Had my all in your crib
You round like you got bricks
Most niggas die cause switch sides
And do dumb shit they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this
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 to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and best friend
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make body rock