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 heads
Son, no doubt, god real
Every of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god

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

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the
You crave more of my funk
When my track ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the 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 sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t
But you see when you're lyrical
Off LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cause I, form like
Let's get it on and take ya bomb
it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
cost you a fortune (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?