Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: Rocky]
Swingin' by the leave a third degree
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
won't come murder me, Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & J]
warned me pop was on me
Acid shorty (shut the up!)
Get-get gettin' guap before I was fourteen
was forty kick-kick
Bounce jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna grits with copper hoppin' on me
Cheese government-ment (what that 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 then
Screwed up ever since
Two cups ever since
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies outta big homie
Money outta pocket homie (money 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 of spread, I'mma butter bread
Man I should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?
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 got no time for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to dat thang
But dat, one of my young niggas'll take the charge
I'm stackin' loot, lookin behind some bars"

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy and was a christian
My papa to muslim when he spent some time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda
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 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 not from Target but from Walmart
Then a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every
Say your you better pray

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

Juicy J]
"The of the matter 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 brizzain
The fact of the matter she 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 so I'm gettin brizzain"

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