Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

Never would have 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 took me in a Crown Royale bag
I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest
Uh, all I know is this flow and pencil
The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Pinscher
The industry said I had to be an

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

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

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

Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said his ass
Better bring his A, let his play
We don't 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, Fiva 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 over, give them niggas season tickets

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

Riding with but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all niggas is cut
one Get Rich or Die Tryin' wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and
If you a hater, do it
I whip you now and then on your boy later
Them whippins'll go like a tornado
I get rid of more yayo, I do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the May-o's

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