Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: A$AP
Swingin' by the leave a third degree
And I heard there's niggas hatin' wanna murder me
They gon' have to take me straight to cause' I'm blessin' this
I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this
They come murder me, Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & J]
warned me pop was on me
Acid (shut the fuck up!)
Get-get gettin' guap when I was fourteen
was forty kick-kick
Bounce jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna with problems copper hoppin' on me
Cheese 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 since then (okay okay)
Grew up ever then
Screwed up ever then
Two ever since then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies line big homie
Money outta homie (money outta pocket)
All these niggas homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, I crept up in the crib
a cig, what I did, what I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket
I-I it homie, dare you nigga, tr-try me homie
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 see I ain't got no time for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm 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, it's bro
this is Hector bro
We hold on, one second bro
There's an issue on back here

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy and was a christian
My papa turned to muslim when he spent time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's but I'm from kinda different
They don't no witnesses so folks just mind they business
days I just practice all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the
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 Target but from Walmart
Then a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY with this SK them DOA
AR in the ER its the of mind of every state
Say your grace you better

[Verse 4: A$AP & Juicy J]
Guns the butter, guns for my brother
from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter, undercover
Paint in the hummer, wit' your mother

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

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