Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

(feat. X, Buckshot)
Sean P, Sadat X]
P:]

God
X:]

Peace peace...
[Verse 1: P]
Ayyo, who the fuck the God... peepin' the God?
Groupie hoe from the show, wanna sleep the God
Wanna late-night creep the God
Wanna all night 'til she tired, count sheep with the God
She like: "Ruck, could you in me, God?
Hell no, hoe! You must think somethin' with the God
try to get deep with the God
Don't try to 'n holdin' hands down the street with the God
She thinkin' 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" bitch got for the God
So I backsmack the left-side of the on the broad
Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn
But time I must be outta my goddamned mind
Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - gone is your
With no church we the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the you see the devil often
You Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, shit hurts!
me God, get to speak to 'em
Please 'em the light, throw the heat 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
Give us like "Amistad"!
Now, dudes tryna beat the God
Like I live up the block with a murderer squad
Now, dudes is supposedly hard
But they ran to police I pulled the rod
The of my calalry - broad
But I have 1 pass - one last card
Who in the street the God?
Got a grands, you can eat with the God
Yes, ain't nuthin' sweet with the God
come a lil better, took a P with the God
There is a to God
40 in ya face leaves your piece charred
Dig out your pocket, a lil award
Give half to Price we peasant of God
[Verse 3: P]
I heard niggaz bad speakin' to God
Damn! That's up, it wasn't like that last week with the God
Y'all niggaz wanna heat at the God
I ain't singin' shit - I'ma let the gat for the God
If your shit fat get on a track with the God,
If your shit wack you get on a track with the God
Fuck I look Y'all batch ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the song is wack the hook type
Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn
But time I must be outta ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap the God *pff*
Go outta 'n grab the pound 'n sell crack for the God
You ain't do that for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, peep the? for the God (Pee!)
Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - gone is bread
With no church we the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
God in the spot you see the devil often
You Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, this hurts!
me God, get to speak to 'em
Please show 'em the light, the heat to 'em!
[Outro:
[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 goddamn
But this time I must be my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"