Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

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

life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and it up
From the to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed 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 side we on the by by, we buy the
So when you with us y'all niggas just gotta lose

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

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

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

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

Run, walk, and for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of 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 sides
Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake

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

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

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

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

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

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