Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Run, walk, and crawl for hot balls
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 heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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