Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the of man that can lace the crowd
ya hands on ya ? or you could raise them proud
I bust off
Put my hands on my and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the championships so savor the ring
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 bless ya lover, god you
God ya lover, god bless 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 bust shots at the
You crave taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya
Soul for real, but not the
I'm going for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute while ya gold trees
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter take it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

Honey dipping off my Nautica
With them Gortex boots, that all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said sh*t before
But you see miracles when you're
Off LL shit, chickens get hysterical
I, form like 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 down mad
It'll cost you a (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 in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's