Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the type of man 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, to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical technician
It's a of the times, guards on a mission

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting
the sky, energy created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to shots at the critics
You crave taste of my funk
my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for 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 ya lover

Honey dipping off my Nautica
With Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't 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
Cause I, form like
get it on and take ya chime 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
It'll cost you a (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it

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