Luyện nghe bài hát God

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

It's all about the Benjamin's, the Jefferson's
Gettin' ya shine on in Detroit on
to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills
I grew up off flexin', money
Never steppin' the weapon
Disconnected with no papers, niggaz it
Watch me wreck wit' this style I've perfected
Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the next
On the ego-trip or God complex it's
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, lullaby
out die, die, die, die
My, my, my, my
Oh my, oh God
Tell me why the wicked shit so hard
First of all we ball Sammy Sosa
And the toasta in case I gotta roast ya
I'm thinkin' suicidal, so step close to me
I'm from Detroit and 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 heard all I see is crow birds
Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' like a turd
Watch my energy surge, the cannon, murders occured
I'm rollin', still my nuts, controllin' what I call
A super-high skydive, balla
In the water wit' piranhas, Nirvana
I hydroplane and on water, marijuana
Ecstasy hexin' me, to me, sexin' me
Bitches on my so much I need a vasectomy
Scientifically my style dissectin' me
like this make me grab the Tek and squeeze
It's all about respectin nuts I hold
Or watch ya bo