Luyện nghe bài hát G.O.DWe Tru$T

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Here's some food for
(you love to hear the again and again)

This is the that niggas die for
The shit they for
and cry for
Sacrafice life for
turned to savages
Mainly out for gifts
Check the story the story
This is the shit that niggas pray for every
And take ricochet
Some even slay for
turned to savages
Check the story, the story
Mainly out for lavish

Yo, I knew a named G
Sellin' how he did it
G was weight
Out to make G
Niggas tried to
Never
Neighborhood drug lord, he'd you say
(G) he do it?
Had the locked down
Pullin' levers out for
black ceaser with the ledges
Crack conisour, ghetto
G Benson off his hedges
Got you out the saga
They him Poo, but
He up
I remember he made a few bucks
That was way before he up
But still he wasn't
G was movin'
His team to say
(This mother fucker's greedy)
had a Lex, man Dan was vexed
Didn't the way he started to flex
hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin'
(what the fuck's he vexed?)
G'd forgotten his team, now his teams
To him
Making mad like Pablo
>From mad blow
So the old niggas that rode and strolled wit' him
But he didn't wanna the cash flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a hole in 'em

I knew a named O
A super nigga
Had hookers on the
He'd you wanna say (oh oh)
Every single time an H-O give felecio
pesos
(to who?)
Every Tom, Dick or
a sentence
I seen him turn a seven day eventess an apprentince
wifes into wenches

Have a fun day, by Monday, on the runway
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate
his attack, now little Candace sports spandex
Then he met a chick named by the Church of St. Agnus
Crazy pompous, he had a concious
When fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious
The flipped on a dime
(What'd he do, son?)
When she came to, was it, she was fed
He gave the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal good times
(What'd she do?)
pull out a two and shot him in the head

I a brother named D
on the edge
Made a pledge to be the top
Knew how to make papes, but he know the ledge
(and) baller
Made cash in large
A fortune of
And
D was hesitant to stage a heist
raise the price to take a life
Jewelry always glazin'
Leavin' in broken arms
D was totin' johns
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was never po' in
Strictly out for makin'
He'd break and
up his nasal passage
His estate was
One day, he sat and the lives that he took
For the first in his life, even D got shook
He went on hands and
And asked forgivness Johova
But it was too
mixed the coke-stra with the nose-stra
He tried to leave the
Tried to run his job
He to turn his life around
He couldn't run the mob
They him, tied him up, 'bout to fill him with led
But before they took his life, check the that they said

(yo)
(G...O...D