Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

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

There's to the way we move, cock two's
And walk the club without 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I make five is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet bitches 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 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, pillow talking, and pop
In pasta, look, you be a mobster

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

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

Guns n' 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 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 with the glass, the stained glass

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