Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

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

[Verse 1: Rocky & Juicy J]
Mama me pop was on me
Acid (shut the fuck up!)
Get-get gettin' guap before when I was
Glock was forty
Bounce your jaw for on me
Hot bologna with problems copper hoppin' on me
Cheese government-ment (what that mean?)
on me, choppers on me, crock on Maury kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
Blew up since then (okay okay)
Grew up ever then
up ever since then
Two cups ever then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies outta big homie
Money pocket homie (money outta pocket)
All these niggas pockets
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, I crept up in the crib
Found a cig, what I did, I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now in my p-pocket homie
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, me homie
For the of spread, I'mma butter bread
Man I prolly 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 ain't got no for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat, one of my niggas'll take the charge
I'm stackin' loot, lookin behind some bars"

Hector Delgado]
Rocky,
Hold on, one bro
Ha, Rocky, Hector bro
Rocky this is bro
We gotta hold on, one bro
an issue goin' on back here

[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 but I'm from kinda different
They don't no witnesses so folks just mind they business
These days I just practice all the good from all
So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the
So get up off my YKK
The president a (fuck off)
for a JFK, all we got was KKK
AKA AK that you not from Target but from Walmart
it's a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of of every state
Say grace you better pray

[Verse 4: Rocky & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter, guns for my
from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter, undercover
Paint in the hummer, skate 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 me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
The fact of the matter she out the frizzame
I keep me some so I'm gettin brizzain
The fact of the matter she out the frizzame
I me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain"

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