Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely be butter, know mean?
It's be butter, know mean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh
the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chicken heads
Son, no doubt, god it's
Every member of my 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 raise them
I shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma the ring
boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the funk technician
It's a of the times, guards on a mission

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third
wit it, get it get it
Feels to bust shots at the critics
You crave taste of my funk
When my track drop enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

Honey off my Nautica sleeves
With Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t
But you see miracles you're lyrical
Off LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cause I, form Voltron
get it on and take ya chime bomb
it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
It'll you a fortune (What?)
For me to it hot, heat it up and keep it scorching

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