Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: Rocky]
Swingin' by the tires a third degree
And I there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
They gon' have to me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this
I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I this trust
They come murder me, Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP & Juicy J]
Mama me pop was on me
Acid shorty (shut the up!)
Get-get gettin' guap when I was fourteen
Glock was kick-kick
your jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna grits with problems copper on me
from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me, choppers on me, on Maury kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
Blew up ever then (okay okay)
up ever since then
Screwed up ever then
Two cups ever then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
my time but now big homie, homies outta line big homie
Money outta pocket homie (money pocket)
All these pockets homie
let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib
Found a cig, I did, what I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now in my p-pocket homie
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, tr-try me
For the love of spread, I'mma butter
Man I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I
I-

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & J]
Uzi, FN, Ruger,
Euros, Pounds and Dollars,
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 to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat, one of my young niggas'll the charge
I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin some bars"

[Interlude: Hector
Rocky,
on, one second bro
Ha, Rocky, it's bro
Rocky is Hector bro
We gotta on, one second bro
There's an issue goin' on here

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy and mama was a
My papa turned to muslim he spent some time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's witnesses but I'm kinda different
They don't leave no witnesses so just mind they business
These days I just practice all the from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you're be the victim
So get up off my YKK
The president a (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 Rocky & J]
Guns the butter, guns for my brother
Came from the gutter, in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter, undercover
Paint in the hummer, skate wit' mother

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

Juicy J]
What's really
The gun or the
You me?
You understand what I'm
really butter?
What's butter?
really butter?
Guns, you can get butter