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 borders pass
I was born at a quarter past, I was the purple
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 flow and this
The Lord as my shepard, the my Doberman Pinscher
The industry I had to be an alcoholic

When we having threesomes we doing acid and having
Wish I could go back to my old and slap the teachers
All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with
I don't to common folk,
they focus on the comments so I'm
roll a Tesla Roadster down the of Monaco
Low and behold, your niggas is sheep
Niggas is sleep, awoke as a dinosaur

My connect'll give you a whole kilo of so he can go Geronimo
He should receive a trophy for the holy Jesus of flows
He the G.O.A.T., baaah, should be my taaaag
I'm the streets 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 parked in the DMs, shark in the end
Put the paws on you, I soften defense
Hit your pause button, your critiquin'
is cheap, the more you niggas talk and it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets
I'm about a freak from having Issa Rea eating out Lisa Ray

Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I bring his ass
Better bring his A, let his play
We care what you sing,
hit you in the face the butt of the gun
You and get your street cred and a few streams
Pop go the weasal, nigga, Nina I'm the illest
You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac
Pop and squeezing triggers
tickets,
now I'm pulling cops over, give niggas season tickets

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

Riding with but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all niggas is cut
one them Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Me? I'm just all shoulder 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 more yayo, I do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the Floyd

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