Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Roses

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

I wouldn't have it any way
Yeah, gun play burning the one die
Makes me cry some
Lawless, backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of
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life, born 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 your door
They you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, I got a love for small and hair pin triggers
niggas third 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 take game while smoking jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the my heat spark

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

I make which 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 niggas is 'bout
My speech is the reason my 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, pillow talking, and pop
In pasta, look, you be a mobster

On stage recipient of a guy
Malicious y'all cats fictitious
When the shit
It's how you know we business

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

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

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

When the slugs hits, I wonder the pain 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