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

[LADY / PRE-VERSE 1]
Greetings
God of desire
Son of
Lay and feast as this audio guides you through new and exciting positions

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

[LADY / 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.

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

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
Could I be wife? 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]
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, like I'm givin' lessons in (right)
You should want a bad bitch like (ha)
it low and pick 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 straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop we bringin' '88 back (what)
the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you taste that

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

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