Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, mean?
It's gone be butter, 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 it's
Every member of my clique is equipped with
Suga', let's, god

Just the type of man can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I bust off
Put my hands on my shorty and I it hotter
I got a lock ya, to bring
Got the championships so savor the ring
Church boy, by my grand momma
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm like the funk technician
a sign 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 other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust at the critics
You crave taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
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 take it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them boots, that compliment all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You that sh*t before
But you see miracles when lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get
Cause I, like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya bomb
it off
I your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to it hot, heat it up and keep it scorching

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?