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 fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
Let things blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one
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 it's the summer of

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 some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO make your body

Won't stop I see a body drop
Fuck get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my niggas love to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

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

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you some busy bees, kill 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
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my heart
KO make your body rock