Luyện nghe bài hát God

(Chorus)
We wanna ride, we
get high, we get high
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 on Jefferson
to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills
I grew up off flexin', money
Never steppin' without the
with 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 shit hits so hard
First of all we like Sammy Sosa
And the toasta in case I gotta roast ya
I'm suicidal, so don't step close to me
I'm from Detroit and dead's what I'm to be
Dead's what I'm to be...

(Chorus)

I'm finna bust, so me a Mausburg
Fuck whatchu heard all I see is birds
'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a turd
Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, occured
I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, what 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 so much I need a vasectomy
Scientifically analyzed my dissectin' me
Situations like make me grab the Tek and squeeze
all about respectin these nuts I hold
Or watch ya bo