Luyện nghe bài hát God

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

It's all the Benjamin's, the Thomas Jefferson's
Gettin' ya shine on in Detroit on
Amen to my wheels and my chrome skills
I up off flexin', money interceptin'
steppin' without the weapon
Disconnected with no papers, niggaz it
me wreck shit wit' this style I've perfected
Carry a Tech, shit for the next bitch
On the ego-trip or God complex 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 so hard
First of all we ball like Sosa
And keeps the toasta in case I gotta ya
I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't step to me
I'm from Detroit and dead's what I'm to be
Dead's what I'm to be...

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I'm bust, so call me a Mausburg
Fuck whatchu heard all I see is crow
Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a
Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, occured
I'm rollin', still my nuts, controllin' what I call
A super-high skydive, balla
In the water wit' piranhas, suicidal
I hydroplane and walk on water,
Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, me
Bitches on my so much I need a vasectomy
analyzed my style dissectin' me
Situations this make me grab the Tek and squeeze
It's all about these nuts I hold
Or I'll ya bo