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, nigga the life

I have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning the one die
me cry some days
Lawless, backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I of money
(Bitch)

Fast life, born to die, who gives a
We done it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the through your door
They missed you but your bitch in a hollow tip bra

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

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

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

Did this straight, bricks large
Bricks for weight, a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the coastguard

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

Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot
From my dogs who take game smoking lock jaws
Why burn mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be to change your 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 both pies on waist
Can't trace, I hop back lake sides

I make which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade
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 pray to God, the same time I'm the iron out
We stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a

On stage of a nice guy
Malicious nigga cats fictitious
When the shit
It's how you know we mean

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

Guns n' roses mafia
money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga the life

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

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