Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the type of man that can the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I shots off
Put my hands on my and I make it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma the ring
Church boy, raised by my momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical technician
It's a sign of the times, on a mission

God ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god you
God bless ya lover, god 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 shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my
my track drop 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
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God ya lover

God
God bless ya

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that before
But you see when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get
Cause I, form like
Let's get it on and take ya bomb
it off
I like your but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I it up and lay it down mad cool
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, lace me
Nahmean? Lil in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?