Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

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

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned to friends
Eat you like some bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let them 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 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 love to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty 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 too much respect
Pride, dignity, while hating on me I'm making history
goin broke boy shitting me
Throw on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
turned 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 them 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 your rock