Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: A$AP
Swingin' by the tires a third degree
And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' murder me
They gon' to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this
I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this
They won't murder me, Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP & 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 bologna grits with problems copper on me
Cheese from government-ment (what mean?)
Prada on me, choppers on me, crock on kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
Blew up ever then (okay okay)
up ever since then
Screwed up since then
Two cups ever then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies outta line big
Money outta homie (money outta pocket)
All these niggas homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I up in the crib
a cig, what I did, what I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now it's in my homie
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, tr-try me
For the love of spread, butter bread
Man I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of I said?
I-

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

[Interlude: Hector
Rocky,
Hold on, one bro
Ha, Rocky, Hector bro
Rocky is Hector 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 papa turned to when 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 all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth or you're gonna 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 not from Target but from Walmart
Then a-ok
Fuck boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of state
Say your grace you pray

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & J]
with the butter, guns for my brother
Came from the gutter, cocaine in the
Raise a box cutter, play
in the hummer, skate wit' your mother

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

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