Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

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

God
X:]

Peace peace...
[Verse 1: 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 'til 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
try to get deep with the God
Don't try to conversate 'n holdin' hands down the 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 even 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 must be 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 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!
[Verse 2: X]
She say she wanna get the God
Then get slick 'n try to slit me,
You might think that I'm
Give us like "Amistad"!
Now, dudes tryna beat the God
I ain't live 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 jail pass - one card
Who in the street the God?
Got a grands, you can eat with the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' with the God
Gotta a lil better, took 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 half to Price 'cause we of God
[Verse 3: P]
I heard y'all niggaz bad to God
Damn! That's fucked up, it like that last week with the God
niggaz wanna clap heat 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? batch ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the song is wack the hook type
Now, I wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But time I must be outta ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap like the God
Go outta town 'n the pound 'n sell crack for the God
You ain't do that for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, the? crack for the God (Pee!)
[Hook:
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - is your bread
With no church we pardon the
All to AKs 'n coffins,
God in the spot you see the devil 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!
[Outro:
P:] "Everybody wanna... rap with the God"
[Sadat X:] "Got... ta come a lil better, took a P the God"
[Sean P:] "Now, I done a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this I must be outta my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"