Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
Let them things blam, let them blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
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 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 guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Let them blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga my heart stop
That KO your body rock

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck round get
my shawty off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas to flex
Strapped up that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's 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 much too much
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm history
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best
Let guns blam, bow
Let them 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
KO make your body rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my turn friends
Ain't talking no pills 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 by your front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my niggas all in your
You round like you got bricks
Most niggas die cause switch sides
And do dumb when they get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real niggas on this
Niggas like Dirk do
nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends to enemies, 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
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real till my heart stop
KO make your body rock