Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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Guns n' roses 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
Makes me cry days
Lawless, backwards on a one way
The color flawless, I reek of money
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Fast life, 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 bitch in a hollow tip bra

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

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

Raw like peeblo, guns and coats
up canoes, till titanics, I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me
Talk shit with a gun in my 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 playing
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking

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

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

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

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

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

On recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga cats fictitious
the shit hits
It's how you know we mean

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

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 rock the ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained

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