Luyện nghe bài hát God

(Chorus)
We ride, we ride
get high, we get high
We wanna the sky
angels 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
to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills
I grew up off flexin', money
Never without the weapon
with no papers, niggaz eject it
Watch me wreck wit' this style I've perfected
Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the bitch
On the ego-trip or some God complex
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
of all we ball like Sammy Sosa
And keeps the toasta in I gotta roast ya
I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't close to me
I'm from Detroit and what I'm supposed to be
what I'm supposed to be...

(Chorus)

I'm finna bust, so me a Mausburg
Fuck heard all I see is crow birds
'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a turd
Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, occured
I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, controllin' I call
A skydive, balla freefall
In the wit' 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
Scientifically analyzed my style me
Situations this make me grab the Tek and squeeze
It's all respectin these nuts I hold
Or I'll ya bo