Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the type of man that can lace the
Which ya hands on ya ? or you raise them proud
I shots off
Put my hands on my and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm like the funk technician
It's a sign of the times, 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
Bless the sky, energy created by my child
wit it, get it get it
Feels to bust shots at the critics
You crave more of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop
I melodies 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

dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that before
But you see miracles you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
Cause I, form like
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