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 you through new and exciting positions

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

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

[NICKI / VERSE 2]
Yo, he know me
But he up to blow me, uh
Said my pics remind him of Naomi, uh
On the low I used to at his homie, uh
it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay, thug prolly, yo come
He wanna a bad Dolly and pop Molly
I hope your pockets got a 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
on H, P-P-Pussy on W
Mouth on open, ass on you
Ass on the too, Elle Magazine
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get
Could I be your Naw we could bang though
I got these whipped, call me Django

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

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

Still stunting, how you that
Got the whole world asking how I that
Hot girl, hands off, don't that
Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch
Just the way you it, huh?
You're so good, he's just he could bite it, huh? (say what what?)
Never down money
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun

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