Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my momma
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm like the funk technician
It's a of the times, guards on a mission

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them niggas acting thirsty
the sky, energy created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust at the critics
You more taste of my funk
When my drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for in the drop Coupe
I distribute while ya gold trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

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

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