Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, I got a love for small and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known
Model hoes blow 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 lock
Why burn your mouth in the name of talk
Be to change your tune by the time my heat spark

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

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

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

n' roses mafia proses
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, that's 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 rock the ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the glass

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the 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 with the glass, the stained glass