Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

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

Uh, this is just zone when borders pass
I was at a quarter past, I was the color purple
Mom and Pop me home in a Crown Royale bag
I'm the nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is this and this pencil
The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Pinscher
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 school and slap the
All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with
I don't relate to folk,
they on the comments so I'm gonna
roll a Tesla Roadster the coast of Monaco
Low and behold, your honorable is sheep
Niggas is sleep, bout as a dinosaur

My connect'll give you a whole 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, should be my taaaag
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 garden of
Speaking, how have we been?

stalker, I'm parked in the DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I soften your
Hit your pause button, halt critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you talk and it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets
I'm about a away from 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 care you sing,
hit you in the face with the of the gun
You leak and get your street cred and a few
Pop go the weasal, nigga, Fiva I'm the illest
You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I is Big and Pac quotes
Pop and squeezing triggers
tickets,
now I'm pulling cops over, give them season tickets

Teesha to shoot me down vicious, now she the misses
She turn me into a family guy quicker Peter Griffin
I told myself when I was 14 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 and two tweeters

Riding with nothing but raw quarterpacks and
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all niggas is cut
one them Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Me? I'm all shoulder straps and muscle
If you a hater, do it
I whip you now and then whip on your boy
Them go around like a tornado
I get rid of more yayo, I do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the May-o's

So many men shopping the women's section, it no ladies left
These crazy, yes
They playin' crazy the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep
I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and 80s met
bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef
Broadcasting Ether in HD, God