Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

I wouldn't have it any way
Yeah, gun burning loves the one die
Makes me cry days
Lawless, backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I of money
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Fast life, born to die, who gives a
We done it all by 25, and lived it up
the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a tip bra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain
See my life like a movie, my brain fast
I'm asking you, 'cause we to rock 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 like a movie, inside 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