Luyện nghe bài hát Let Dem Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck
Let them things blam, let things blam
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let things blam, let them things blam
My chopper up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, have lost their mind
clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
Afraid of the dark, so I'm to shine
Let guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

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

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

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

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

Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends to enemies, 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 till my heart
KO make your body rock