Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

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

[Verse 1: A$AP & Juicy J]
warned me pop was on me
Acid shorty (shut the up!)
Get-get gettin' guap before when I was
Glock was kick-kick
Bounce your jaw for on me
Hot bologna grits with copper hoppin' on me
from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me, choppers on me, crock on Maury (word)
God was for me, was on me
Blew up ever since (okay okay)
Grew up ever since
Screwed up ever since
Two ever since 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 homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the
Found a cig, what I did, I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, me homie
For the love of spread, butter bread
Man I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of I said?
I-

[Bridge: A$AP & Juicy J]
Uzi, FN, Ruger,
Euros, Pounds and Dollars,
Money, hoes and power,
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 fuck dat, one of my young niggas'll take the
I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin some bars"

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

[Verse 2: A$AP
Rambo was a and mama was a christian
My papa turned to muslim he spent some time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from different
They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind business
These days I just practice all the good 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 you target not from Target but from Walmart
Then a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY with this SK them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every
Say your grace you better

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

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

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