Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

Never would have it
... it out
god Speed
god ...
It's god
god ...

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

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

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

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

Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said his ass
Better his A, let his single play
We care what you sing,
hit you in the face 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 fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac quotes
Pop and squeezing triggers
tickets,
now I'm pulling cops over, give them season tickets

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

with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all is cut like
one Get Rich or Die Tryin' wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all shoulder and muscle
If you a hater, do it
I whip you now and then whip on your boy
whippins'll go around like a tornado
I get rid of more yayo, I do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the Floyd

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