Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

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

God
X:]

Peace peace...
1: Sean P]
Ayyo, who the beatin' the God... peepin' the God?
Groupie hoe the show, wanna sleep with the God
late-night creep with the God
Wanna fuck all night she tired, count sheep with the God
She like: "Ruck, you skeet in me, God?
Hell no, hoe! You must somethin' sweet with the God
Don't try to get with the God
Don't try to conversate 'n hands down the street with the God
She thinkin' about the God
I don't care, up to you to choose, bitch, even the ug's
Even ma say: "She be deceivin' you, God
She's the eightieth, she ain't even in the Gods."
"Fatal Attraction" got heat for the God
So I backsmack the left-side of the on the broad
Now, I done a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I must be my goddamned mind
[Hook:
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - is your bread
With no 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!
[Verse 2: X]
She say she get with the God
Then get 'n try to slit me, Lord
You think that I'm hard
us free like "Amistad"!
Now, these dudes tryna the God
Like I live up the block with a murderer squad
Now, these dudes is hard
But they ran to police when I the rod
The of my calalry - broad
But I have 1 jail pass - one card
Who in the street the God?
Got a hundred grands, you can eat the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' with the God
Gotta come a lil better, took a P the God
There is a to God
40 in ya face leaves snore piece charred
Dig out your pocket, a lil award
Give half to Price 'cause we of God
3: Sean P]
I heard y'all niggaz bad to God
Damn! That's fucked up, it wasn't like that last week 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 your shit you can't get on a track with the God
Fuck I look like? Y'all ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the is wack with the hook type
Now, I done wrote a goddamn rhymes
But this time I be outta ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap like the God
Go town 'n grab the pound 'n sell crack for the God
You ain't gotta do for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, peep the? for the God (Pee!)
[Hook:
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 devil
You Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, 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"
[Sadat X:] "Got... ta a lil better, took a P with the God"
[Sean P:] "Now, I done wrote a lotta rhymes
But this time I must be outta my mind"
P:] "The God"