Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz N Butter

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

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & J]
Mama me pop was on me
shorty (shut the fuck up!)
Get-get gettin' guap when I was fourteen
Glock was kick-kick
Bounce jaw for plottin' on me
Hot grits with problems copper hoppin' on me
Cheese government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me, choppers on me, crock on kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
up ever since then (okay okay)
Grew up since then
up ever since then
Two ever since then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies outta line big
Money outta pocket homie (money 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!)
it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie
I-I it homie, dare you nigga, tr-try me homie
For the love of spread, butter bread
Man I prolly should be dead, was it of what I said?
I-

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & J]
Uzi, FN, Ruger,
Euros, and Dollars, Pesos
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 quick to shoot dat
But fuck dat, one of my young niggas'll the charge
I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck behind some bars"

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy and mama was a
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 practice all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or gonna be the victim
So get up off my YKK
The president a (fuck off)
for a JFK, all we got was KKK
AKA AK that you target not from but from Walmart
Then a-ok
them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every
Say your grace you better

[Verse 4: Rocky & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter, for my brother
from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter, undercover
Paint in the hummer, skate wit' mother

[Refrain: J]
"The fact of the 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 powder so I'm gettin brizzain
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"

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