Luyện nghe bài hát God

(Chorus)
We ride, we ride
Wanna get high, we get
We wanna the sky
Like we can fly
We piece 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 on in Detroit on Jefferson
Amen to my chrome wheels and my skills
I grew up off flexin', money
Never steppin' the weapon
Disconnected with no papers, eject it
me wreck shit wit' this style I've perfected
Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the bitch
On the ego-trip or some God 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 hits so hard
First of all we ball like Sammy
And keeps the toasta in I gotta roast ya
I'm suicidal, so don't step close to me
I'm from Detroit and what I'm supposed to be
what I'm supposed to be...

(Chorus)

I'm bust, so call me a Mausburg
Fuck heard all I see is crow birds
Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' like a turd
Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, murders
I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, what I call
A super-high skydive, freefall
In the water piranhas, suicidal Nirvana
I and walk on water, marijuana
Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, me
Bitches on my dick so much I need a
Scientifically analyzed my dissectin' me
Situations like make me grab the Tek and squeeze
It's all respectin these nuts I hold
Or watch ya bo