Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot
This is the life, that's the life

I have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning the one die
me cry some days
Lawless, riding on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of
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life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a tip bra

There's science to the way we move, cock
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada
On side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all just gotta lose

Lust for them that turn women to wives
Live for that shit determines your street size
Run with them that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my

Raw peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, titanics, I sink ships
Love doing with pink lips, call me Padre
shit with a gun in my hand call me cockay

Did straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, a barge, now that's large
Sipping ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the from the fucking coastguard

Yo, yo, I got a love for small and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known
Model hoes that blow with glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof

Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot
From my dogs who take game while smoking jaws
Why your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change tune by the time my heat spark

After get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I hop crimson lake sides

I make five is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet bitches with jade eyes
We wildin' out, hang high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying
My speech is the my race is dying out

So I to God, the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop
In pasta, look, you be a mobster

On recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y'all cats
When the hits
It's how you we mean business

Guns n' mafia proses
money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, that's the life

n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot
This is the life, nigga the life

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain
I'm you, 'cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in with the stained glass, the stained glass

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the ass
I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass