Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, know
It's gone be butter, know
Uh, on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, we go
I'm in the to let the chicken heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's
Every of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god

Just the of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I bust off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the championships so I'ma savor the
boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm the mystical funk technician
a sign of the times, guards on a mission

God bless ya lover, god you
God ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god you
God ya lover, god bless you

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas thirsty
the sky, energy created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to shots at the critics
You crave more of my funk
When my track drop ain't space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop
I melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter take it to the bridge

God
God ya lover

God
God ya lover

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that before
But you see when you're lyrical
Off LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cause I, like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya bomb
it off
I your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it

It's all for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? me
Nahmean? Lil in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's