Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: A$AP
by the tires 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 trust
They won't come murder me,

1: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J]
Mama me pop was on me
shorty (shut the fuck up!)
Get-get gettin' guap before I was fourteen
Glock was forty
Bounce your jaw for on me
Hot bologna grits with problems copper on me
from 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 since
Screwed up ever then
Two cups since then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies outta big homie
Money outta pocket (money outta pocket)
All these pockets homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, I crept up in the crib
Found a cig, I did, what I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now it's in my homie
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, me homie
For the love of spread, I'mma bread
Man I prolly should be dead, was it of what I said?
I-

[Bridge: Rocky & Juicy 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, muthafuck behind some bars"

[Interlude: Hector
Rocky,
Hold on, one bro
Ha, Rocky, it's bro
Rocky this is bro
We hold on, one second bro
an issue goin' on back here

[Verse 2: A$AP
Rambo was a cathy and was a christian
My papa turned to muslim when he spent some time in
(no cappin')
No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from different
They don't leave no witnesses so just mind they business
These days I just practice all the from all religion
So the fifth amendment 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 them no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every
Say your grace you pray

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

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

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