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 fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
Let them things blam, let them 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 things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must 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 guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

Let guns 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, you and your best friend
Let them 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 till my stop
KO make your body rock

Won't stop I see a body 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
Live no regret, where you from shawty throw 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 hating on me I'm history
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them 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 nigga my heart stop
KO make your body rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn
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 niggas ain't no straps
niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas want my goons
Came around by front door
But that hot shit, you pop shit
Runnin round like you got
Had my niggas all in your
You runnin round like you got
Most die cause they switch sides
And do dumb when they get high
me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get
All the real on this side
Niggas shoot like do
nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

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