Luyện nghe bài hát Let Them Guns Blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things
Let them things blam, let 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 things
My got extendos, let them things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of niggas
no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, weed
Shootouts, and some
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their
clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my
of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham the summer of sound

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, turned 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 up on my block
finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO 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 to flex
up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
with no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making
Waka goin boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't to me
Let them blam, let them guns blam
a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

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

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

Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them blam, Flocka
Let guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to
Eat you some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let guns 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 heart
That KO your body rock