Luyện nghe bài hát God

(Chorus)
We ride, we ride
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 Thomas
Gettin' ya shine on in on Jefferson
Amen to my wheels and my chrome skills
I grew up off flexin', money
Never without the weapon
Disconnected no papers, niggaz eject it
Watch me wreck shit wit' this style I've
Carry a concealed Tech, for the next bitch
On the ego-trip or some God complex
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 hits so hard
of all we ball like Sammy Sosa
And keeps the toasta in case I roast ya
I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't step to me
I'm Detroit and dead's what I'm supposed to be
Dead's I'm supposed to be...

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I'm finna bust, so me a Mausburg
whatchu heard all I see is crow birds
Flowin' After Word', droppin' shit like a turd
Watch my surge, wit' the cannon, murders occured
I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, controllin' I call
A skydive, balla freefall
In the water wit' piranhas, Nirvana
I hydroplane and on water, marijuana
Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, me
Bitches on my so much I need a vasectomy
Scientifically my style dissectin' me
Situations like this make me the Tek and squeeze
It's all respectin these nuts I hold
Or watch ya bo