Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

Uh, uh, uh, huh

(Clipse)
Exclusive
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

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

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

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

There's science to the way we move, two's
And walk through the club scuffing our Prada shoes
On this we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you with us y'all niggas just gotta lose

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

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

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

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

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

After get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day two both pies on waist sides
trace, I hop back crimson lake sides

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

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

On stage of a nice guy
nigga y'all cats fictitious
When the shit
how you know we mean business

Guns n' roses mafia
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot
is the life, nigga that's the life

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

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

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