Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear 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 them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, sellin
Shootouts, and ecstasy
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 the summer of sound

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, 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 turnt up on my
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
KO make your body rock

Won't stop I see a body drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm a check
See my young niggas love to
Strapped up with that
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from throw up your set
A nigga me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're on me I'm making history
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

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

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn
Ain't talking no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this
50 rounds in mac
I put a on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas want no war
Y'all niggas want my goons
Came around by your front
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round you got shit
Had my niggas all in your
You runnin round you got bricks
Most niggas die they switch sides
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 this
Niggas shoot Dirk do
Every nigga 'round me get real money and merk too

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