Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

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

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other acting thirsty
the sky, energy 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 enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm going for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies ya gold 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

dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
hate me cos I'm raw
(I you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see miracles you're lyrical
Off LL shit, chickens get hysterical
I, form 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 it up and lay it down mad cool
cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, it up and keep it scorching

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