Luyện nghe bài hát G.U.Y. (Love More/Fancy REMIX) [Lady Gaga]

[LADY GAGA / 1]
Himeros
God of desire
Son of
Lay back and feast as this audio guides you through new and positions

GAGA / VERSE 1]
I wanna be the under you
I be your G.U.Y.
Yeah I be the grave, unearth you
Our sex doesn't us no lies
I'm gonna the tie, want the power to leave you
I'm aimin' for full of this love (Of this love)
me touch me, don't be sweet
Love me me, please retweet
Let me be the girl under you that you cry

GAGA / CHORUS ]
I wanna be G.U.Y.
I be that G.U.Y.
I wanna be G.U.Y.
The girl you, G.U.Y.

[NICKI / VERSE 2]
Yo, he don't me
But he up to blow me, uh
Said my Twitter remind him of Naomi, uh
On the low I to holla at his homie, uh
it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay, prolly, yo come polly
He wanna fuck a bad and pop Molly
I hope your got a muthafuckin' pot belly
Or is it that you never John Salley

He had the Rolls in his Royce, the in his voice
Don't a good girl, now hoes is his choice
D-D-Dick on H, on W
on open, ass on smother you
Ass on the cover too, Elle
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get
I be your wife? Naw we could bang though
I got these niggas whipped, call me

[LADY GAGA / ]
I wanna be G.U.Y.
I be that G.U.Y.
I wanna be G.U.Y.
The girl you, G.U.Y.

AZALEA / VERSE 3]
First things first, I'm the (realest)
Drop this and let the world feel it (let 'em feel it)
And I'm in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' in physics (right)
You should want a bad bitch this (ha)
Drop it low and it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of
High heels, worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 (what)
Bring the hooks in, where the at?
Champagne spillin', you taste that

Still stunting, how you that
Got the whole world asking how I that
Hot girl, hands off, touch that
Look at that I bet you wishing you clutch that
Just the way you it, huh?
You're so good, he's just wishing he bite it, huh? (say what what?)
Never turn money
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun

[LADY / CHORUS & END-CHORUS]
I be that G.U.Y.
I be that G.U.Y.
I be that G.U.Y.
The under you, G.U.Y.
I wanna be G.U.Y.
I'll you right up, G.U.Y.
lie down face up, G.U.Y.
The under you, G.U.Y.
Achtzehn,
Fourteen,
eins
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