Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: Rocky]
Swingin' by the tires leave a third
And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' murder me
They gon' have to take me straight to Satan I'm blessin' this
I distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust
They won't come murder me,

[Verse 1: Rocky & Juicy J]
warned me pop was on me
Acid (shut the fuck up!)
gettin' guap before when I was fourteen
Glock was kick-kick
Bounce jaw for plottin' on me
Hot grits with problems copper hoppin' on me
Cheese from government-ment (what mean?)
Prada on me, on me, crock on Maury kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
up ever since then (okay okay)
Grew up ever since
Screwed up ever then
Two ever since then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies outta big homie
Money pocket homie (money outta pocket)
All niggas pockets homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I up in the crib
Found a cig, I did, what I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now it's in my homie
I-I it homie, dare you nigga, tr-try me homie
For the of spread, I'mma butter bread
Man I prolly be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?
I-

[Bridge: A$AP & Juicy J]
Uzi, FN, Ruger,
Euros, and Dollars, Pesos
Money, and power, Draco
Violence, rifle, shotguns,
"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to dat thang
But fuck dat, one of my young take the charge
I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck behind some bars"

[Interlude: Delgado]
Rocky,
on, one second bro
Ha, Rocky, Hector bro
Rocky this is bro
We gotta hold on, one bro
an issue goin' on back here

[Verse 2: A$AP
Rambo was a cathy and was a christian
My turned to muslim when he spent some time in prison
(no cappin')
No witnesses but I'm from kinda different
They don't leave no so folks just mind they business
These days I just practice all the good all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you're be the victim
So get up off my YKK
The a a-hole (fuck off)
for a JFK, all we got was KKK
AKA AK that you target not from Target but from
Then a-ok
Fuck them no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every
Say grace you better pray

[Verse 4: A$AP & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter, for my brother
Came from the gutter, in the buttocks
a box cutter, play undercover
Paint in the hummer, skate wit' your

[Refrain: J]
"The of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me powder so I'm gettin brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the
I me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the
I keep me some powder so I'm brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the
I keep me some so I'm gettin brizzain"

[Outro: J]
What's really
The gun or the
You me?
You understand I'm sayin'?
What's butter?
What's butter?
really butter?
Guns, you can get butter