Luyện nghe bài hát God

(Chorus)
We wanna ride, we
Wanna get high, we get
We touch the sky
angels we can fly
We wanna of the pie
Get the before we die
We la-de-da, la-de-da

It's all about the Benjamin's, the Jefferson's
Gettin' ya on in Detroit on Jefferson
to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills
I grew up off flexin', interceptin'
steppin' without the weapon
Disconnected with no papers, niggaz it
Watch me wreck shit wit' this style perfected
Carry a Tech, shit for the next bitch
On the ego-trip or some God it's
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder
out die, die, die, die
My, my, my, my
Oh my, oh God
Tell me why the wicked shit hits so
First of all we ball like Sammy
And the toasta in case I gotta roast ya
I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't close to me
I'm from and dead's what I'm supposed to be
what I'm supposed to be...

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I'm finna bust, so me a Mausburg
Fuck whatchu heard all I see is birds
Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' shit a turd
Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, occured
I'm rollin', still my nuts, controllin' what I call
A skydive, balla freefall
In the water piranhas, suicidal Nirvana
I hydroplane and on water, marijuana
Ecstasy hexin' me, to me, sexin' me
Bitches on my dick so much I a vasectomy
analyzed my style dissectin' me
Situations like this make me grab the Tek and
all about respectin these nuts I hold
Or I'll ya bo