Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N Roses

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to N Roses
And a nigga knows is
that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause got one

Niggaz is gettin' kinda
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin' to leave a cold
I'm packin' my gat, and watchin' my back, and for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain't goin' out Willie

I propose a toast next nigga that me close
(Yeah)
I'ma have your faggot ass hangin' off a post
(Salute)
To my nigga that and did bids

To niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid
yo' play on the blessings
Me I send your maggot ass to the essence
Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses the path
So yo' gat and watch yo' ass

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, no one the mash out posse
You can't me, I'm packin' blue steel
with my weapon, waitin' for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the jungle

Foes'll hear the words the reverend
And hell fuckin' with fame
So now they ass go to heaven
I fear no man and I ain't Epps

But I'm lettin' motherfuckers know the
Too motherfuckers died on the street
That's why I tell motherfuckers to up and play me feet
the other day I put my man in the ground, so now
I walk around with the motherfuckin' pound
Just for my so I can blow they chest in

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will your whole family stressin'
basket, casket closin'
They put away the guns, then here come the Roses
Tags are promptly on your toes
You're another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called survival you play it to the end
Before you go out in a blaze, may the man win

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Another massacre, yeah, M.O.P.
Dese are the niggaz I'm movin' with G
To you ass, two faced ass niggaz
You make me grip and squeeze my shit
Lifestyles of a child

Gun over rose, choose your weapon or your pose
One or the other nigga, no
You know the way the story turns out
Only your life or you're

Me, I got a record like my man Manson
puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a hit man will
(Another Cadillac)

Yeah, another motherfucker's family dressed in
Whatever must be be
Me I try to my shit a little low key
See, 'cause you don't how it feels

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to that shit to Bill
Mostly I never of
(Kid tryin' to herb ya)
I ain't doin' for no fuckin' murder

Mad done died on the street
I it's crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot piece of lead
Salute the and then nod your head

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
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