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

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

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

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

MINAJ / VERSE 2]
Yo, he know me
But he settin' up to me, uh
Said my Twitter pics him of Naomi, uh
On the low I used to at his homie, uh
Fuck it, now I'm about to ride him a pony, yeah
Okay, thug prolly, yo polly
He wanna fuck a bad and pop Molly
I hope pockets got a muthafuckin' pot belly
Or is it that you never ball? John

He had the Rolls in his Royce, the tone in his
want a good girl, now hoes is his choice
D-D-Dick on H, on W
Mouth on open, ass on you
Ass on the cover too, Elle
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get
Could I be wife? Naw we could bang though
I got niggas whipped, call me Django

[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.

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

Still stunting, how you love
Got the whole world asking how I that
Hot girl, hands off, touch that
Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch
Just the way you like it,
You're so good, he's just wishing he could it, huh? (say what what?)
turn down money
Slaying these hoes, gold on the gun like

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