Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

Never would made it
... it out
It's god
god ...
It's god
god ...

Uh, this is just high zone when pass
I was born at a quarter past, I was the purple
Mom and Pop me home in a Crown Royale bag
I'm the hottest nigga that you know the coldest intentions
Uh, all I is this flow and this pencil
The as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
The industry said I had to be an

When we having threesomes we doing and having seizures
I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers
All I had to do to blow up was an album with features
I relate to common folk,
they focus on the so I'm gonna
a Tesla Roadster down the coast of Monaco
Low and behold, your honorable niggas is
Niggas is sleep, bout awoke as a

My connect'll give you a kilo of Coke so he can go Geronimo
He receive a trophy for being the holy Jesus of flows
He the G.O.A.T., baaah, that should be my
I'm from the streets where the odds are not
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery,
The lie of Jesus is to believe
I'm a of Eve in the garden of Eden
Speaking, how target we been?

stalker, I'm parked in the DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I your defense
Hit your pause button, halt your
Talk is cheap, the you niggas talk and it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets
I'm about a freak away having Issa Rea eating out Lisa Ray

Any out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
Better bring his A, let his single
We don't what you sing,
hit you in the with the butt of the gun
You leak and get your cred and a few streams
Pop go the weasal, nigga, Fiva Nina I'm the
You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I is Big and Pac quotes
Pop totes and triggers
tickets,
now I'm cops over, give them niggas season tickets

Teesha used to me down vicious, now she the misses
She turn me into a family guy than Peter Griffin
I told myself I was 14 that she the one
Now a nigga probably got more than Peter Gunz
Now I go out to get my in two-seaters
Used to roll the old school, speakers and two tweeters

with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all niggas is cut
one them Get Rich or Die wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all straps and muscle
If you a hater, do it
I whip you now and then on your boy later
whippins'll go around like a tornado
I get rid of yayo, I don't do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the Floyd

So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no left
These crazy, yes
playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep
I'm what you get when Rick and Cocaine 80s met
Bringing bars back to the like Jay and Nas beef
Ether in HD, God Speed