Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the type of man can lace the crowd
Which ya on ya ? or you could raise them proud
I bust off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, to bring
Got the so I'ma savor 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 other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the
You crave more taste of my
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 melodies while ya gold trees
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact take it to the

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

Honey off my Nautica sleeves
With them boots, that compliment all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get
I, form like Voltron
Let's get it on and ya chime bomb
it off
I like your style but 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, lace me
Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's