Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

I have it any other way
Yeah, gun burning loves the one die
me cry some days
Lawless, backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of
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Fast life, born to die, who a fuck
We done it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug your door
They missed you but pressed your 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 play with us niggas just gotta lose

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

Raw like peeblo, and mink coats
Light up canoes, till titanics, I ships
doing 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, filling a crate, a barge, now that's large
Sipping blue ells, and playing
Plus a pat on the back the fucking coastguard

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

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 heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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