Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the type of man that can lace the
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could raise them
I shots off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the so I'ma savor the ring
boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical technician
a sign of the times, guards on a mission

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

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

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Matter fact take it to the

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

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