Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

(feat. X, Buckshot)
[Intro: Sean P, X]
P:]

God
X:]

Peace peace...
[Verse 1: P]
Ayyo, who the fuck beatin' the God... peepin' the
Groupie hoe from the show, wanna with the God
Wanna late-night creep the God
Wanna fuck all 'til she tired, count sheep with the God
She like: "Ruck, could you skeet in me,
Hell no, hoe! You must think sweet with the God
Don't try to get with the God
Don't try to conversate 'n holdin' hands down the with the God
She about leavin' the God
I don't care, it's up to you to choose, bitch, the ug's
Even ma squad say: "She be you, God
She's the eightieth, she ain't believe in the Gods."
"Fatal Attraction" got heat for the God
So I backsmack the left-side of the on the broad
Now, I wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I be outta my goddamned mind
Buckshot]
The - gone is your bread
no church we pardon the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the spot you see the devil
You Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, this hurts!
Pardon me God, get to to 'em
Please show 'em the light, throw the to 'em!
2: Sadat X]
She say she wanna get the God
Then get slick 'n try to slit me,
You might think I'm hard
us free like "Amistad"!
Now, dudes tryna beat the God
Like I ain't live up the with a murderer squad
Now, dudes is supposedly hard
But they ran to police when I the rod
The of my calalry - broad
But I have 1 jail - one last card
Who in the with the God?
Got a grands, you can eat with the God
Yes, there nuthin' sweet with the God
Gotta a lil better, took a P with the God
There is a to God
40 in ya leaves your snore piece charred
Dig out your pocket, a lil award
Give to Price 'cause we peasant of God
3: Sean P]
I heard y'all niggaz bad to God
Damn! That's up, it wasn't like that last week with the God
Y'all niggaz wanna clap at the God
I ain't shit - I'ma let the gat speak for the God
If your shit fat then get on a track the God,
If shit wack you can't get on a track with the God
Fuck I look like? Y'all batch ass niggaz is the type
Missy on the chorus, the is wack with the hook type
Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn
But this time I must be ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap the God *pff*
Go outta town 'n grab the pound 'n sell for the God
You ain't gotta do for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, peep crack for the God (Pee!)
Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - gone is your
no church we pardon the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the spot you see the often
You Go to church!
You Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!
me God, get to speak to 'em
Please show 'em the light, the heat to 'em!
scratchin']
[Sean P:] "Everybody wanna... rap the God"
X:] "Got... ta come a lil better, took a P with the God"
[Sean P:] "Now, I done wrote a lotta rhymes
But this time I be outta my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"