Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck
to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let things blam
My chopper filled up, let them blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things
I'm from Riverdale, full of young
Ain't no OG's, just some young
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must 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 them guns blam, bitch, you I am
I go Kanye, ham it's the summer of sound

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

Won't stop 'till I see a drop
Fuck round get
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my young 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 on my head 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 guns blam, let them blam
This a .44 bulldog it jam

Let them 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, 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 to the law fuck a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body

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

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