Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

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

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & J]
warned me pop was on me
Acid (shut the fuck up!)
gettin' guap before when I was fourteen
Glock was forty
Bounce jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna with problems copper hoppin' on me
from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me, choppers on me, crock on 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 cups ever then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my 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!)
it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie
I-I r-rock it homie, you nigga, tr-try me homie
For the love of spread, I'mma 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, hoes and power,
Violence, rifle, shotguns,
"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for
I'm on this and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat, one of my young take the charge
I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck behind some bars"

Hector Delgado]
Rocky,
Hold on, one bro
Ha, Rocky, Hector bro
Rocky this is bro
We hold on, one second bro
There's an issue goin' on here

[Verse 2: A$AP
was a cathy and mama was a christian
My papa turned to muslim when he some time in prison
(no cappin')
No witnesses but I'm from kinda different
don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business
These I just practice all the good from all religion
So the fifth amendment or you're gonna 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 but from Walmart
Then a-ok
Fuck them no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of of every state
Say your you better pray

[Verse 4: Rocky & Juicy J]
with the butter, guns for my brother
Came the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks
a box cutter, play undercover
Paint in the hummer, wit' your mother

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

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