Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

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

God
X:]

Peace peace...
1: Sean P]
Ayyo, who the beatin' the God... peepin' the God?
hoe from the show, wanna sleep with the God
Wanna late-night with the God
Wanna fuck all night she tired, count sheep with the God
She "Ruck, could you skeet in me, God?
Hell no, hoe! You must think somethin' sweet the God
Don't try to get 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, even the
Even ma say: "She be deceivin' you, God
She's the eightieth, she ain't believe in the Gods."
"Fatal Attraction" bitch got for the God
So I backsmack the of the cheek on the broad
Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn
But this time I be outta my goddamned mind
[Hook:
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 get with the God
Then get slick 'n try to me, Lord
You think that I'm hard
Give us like "Amistad"!
Now, these dudes tryna the God
Like I ain't up the block with a murderer squad
Now, dudes is supposedly hard
But they ran to when I pulled the rod
The actions of my - broad
But I have 1 pass - one last card
Who in the street with the
Got a hundred grands, you can eat the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' sweet the God
Gotta come a lil better, a P with the God
is a evil to God
40 in ya face leaves your snore charred
Dig out your pocket, a lil award
Give to Price 'cause 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 clap at the God
I ain't singin' - I'ma let the gat speak for the God
If your fat then get on a track with the God,
If your shit wack you can't get on a with the God
I look like? Y'all batch ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the song is wack with the type
Now, I wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I must be ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap the God *pff*
Go outta town 'n grab the 'n sell crack for the God
You gotta do that for the God
All you do is cop the L, peep the? crack for the God (Pee!)
[Hook:
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - gone is your
With no church we the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the spot you see the devil
You Go to church!
You Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!
me God, get to speak to 'em
Please 'em the light, throw 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 wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this I must be outta my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"