Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
Let them things blam, let things blam
Let them things blam, let things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck
Let things blam, let them 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, sellin
Shootouts, and some
boys gone, them 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 them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the of sound

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to 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 guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle finger to the law a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make your body

Won't stop 'till I see a body
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young niggas love to
Strapped up that 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 much
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them 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 enemies friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round extends
I'm ridin in this Benz
50 in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for dem
Y'all ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas don't no war
Y'all niggas don't my goons
Came around by your front
But hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my niggas all in crib
You round like you got bricks
Most niggas die they switch sides
And do shit when they get high
Cross me, it get by
Try to play it cool, and get fried
All the real on this side
Niggas shoot Dirk do
Every nigga 'round me get real money and merk too

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your friend
Let guns 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 body rock