Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

[Intro: A$AP
Swingin' by the tires a third degree
And I there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this
I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built 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 when I was fourteen
Glock was forty
Bounce jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna grits with copper hoppin' on me
Cheese from (what that mean?)
on me, choppers on me, crock on Maury kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
Blew up ever since (okay okay)
up ever since then
Screwed up ever then
Two cups since 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
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 in my p-pocket homie
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, tr-try me
For the love of spread, I'mma butter
Man I should be dead, was it 'cause 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 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 niggas'll take the charge
I'm stackin' loot, lookin behind some bars"

Hector Delgado]
Rocky,
on, one second bro
Ha, Rocky, it's bro
Rocky is Hector 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 turned to muslim when he spent time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's but I'm from kinda different
They don't leave no witnesses so folks mind they business
days I just practice all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you're 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 target not 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 state
Say your you better pray

[Verse 4: A$AP & Juicy J]
Guns the butter, guns for my brother
Came from the gutter, in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter, undercover
in the hummer, skate wit' your mother

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

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