Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

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

God
X:]

Peace peace...
[Verse 1: P]
Ayyo, who the fuck beatin' the God... the God?
Groupie hoe from the show, sleep with the God
Wanna late-night with the God
Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, count with the God
She like: "Ruck, you skeet in me, God?
no, hoe! You must think somethin' sweet with the God
Don't try to get deep the God
Don't try to conversate 'n holdin' down the street with the God
She thinkin' leavin' the God
I care, it's up to you to choose, bitch, even the ug's
Even ma squad say: "She be you, God
the eightieth, she ain't even believe 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 I must 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 spot you see the devil
You Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, shit hurts!
Pardon me God, get to to 'em
Please show 'em the light, throw the to 'em!
2: Sadat X]
She say she get with the God
get slick 'n try to slit me, Lord
You might think I'm hard
us free like "Amistad"!
Now, these dudes beat the God
I ain't live up the block with a murderer squad
Now, these dudes is hard
But they ran to police when I the rod
The actions of my - broad
But I have 1 jail pass - one last
Who in the street the God?
Got a hundred grands, you can eat the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' sweet 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 pocket, snatch a lil award
Give half to 'cause we peasant of God
[Verse 3: P]
I y'all niggaz bad speakin' to God
Damn! That's fucked up, it wasn't like that week with the God
Y'all niggaz clap heat at the God
I ain't singin' - I'ma let the gat speak for the God
If shit fat then get on a track with the God,
If your shit you can't get on a track with the God
Fuck I look Y'all batch ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the is wack with the hook type
Now, I wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this I must be outta ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap like the God
Go outta town 'n grab the pound 'n crack for the God
You gotta do that for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, peep the? for the God (Pee!)
[Hook:
The - gone is your bread
With no church we the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the spot you see the often
You Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, shit hurts!
Pardon me God, get to 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 goddamn rhymes
But this I must be outta my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"