Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blam

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

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

Won't stop I see a body drop
round get mollywopped
Leave my off the top
I'm about a
See my niggas love to flex
Strapped up with tech
Want beef, no talking, that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from shawty up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy me
Throw money on a bitch, shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns
This a .44 it cannot jam

Let them guns blam,
Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
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 them blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Let guns blam, bow
Too up on my block
Middle to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart
That KO make your rock

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

Let them blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
Let them guns blam,
turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, 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 finger to the law a cop
nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body