Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

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

God
X:]

Peace peace...
1: Sean P]
Ayyo, who the fuck beatin' the God... the God?
Groupie hoe from the show, sleep with the God
late-night creep with the God
Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, sheep with the God
She "Ruck, could you skeet in me, God?
Hell no, hoe! You must somethin' sweet 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' about the God
I don't care, it's up to you to choose, bitch, even the
Even ma squad "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 cheek on the
Now, I done wrote a lotta rhymes
But this time I must be my goddamned mind
Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - is your bread
With no church we pardon the
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the 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 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em!
[Verse 2: X]
She say she get with the God
Then get slick 'n try to me, Lord
You might think that I'm
us free 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 ran to police when I pulled the rod
The of my calalry - broad
But I 1 jail pass - one last card
Who in the street with the
Got a hundred grands, you can eat the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' 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 pocket, snatch a lil award
Give half to Price 'cause we of God
3: Sean P]
I heard y'all bad speakin' to God
Damn! That's up, it wasn't like that last week with the God
Y'all wanna clap heat at the God
I ain't shit - I'ma let the gat speak for the God
If your shit fat get on a track with the God,
If your shit wack you can't get on a track the God
Fuck I like? Y'all batch ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the song is wack with the hook
Now, I done wrote a lotta rhymes
But this time I must be outta ma mind
wanna rap like the God *pff*
Go outta 'n grab the pound 'n sell crack for the God
You gotta do that for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, peep crack for the God (Pee!)
[Hook:
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - is your bread
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 show 'em the light, throw the to 'em!
[Outro:
P:] "Everybody wanna... rap with the God"
[Sadat X:] "Got... ta a lil better, took a P with the God"
[Sean P:] "Now, I done wrote a goddamn rhymes
But this time I be outta my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"