Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

Never have 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 color
Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown bag
I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the intentions
Uh, all I know is this flow and this
The as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
The industry I had to be an alcoholic

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

My connect'll give you a kilo of Coke so he can go Geronimo
He should receive a for being the holy Jesus of flows
He the G.O.A.T., baaah, should be my taaaag
I'm from the streets where the are not even
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery,
The lie of is hard to believe
I'm a product of Eve in the of Eden
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 your
Talk is cheap, the more you talk and it cheapens
And all I see is 'round the streets today
I'm about a freak away from having Issa Rea eating out Ray

Any out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
Better bring his A, let his play
We don't care 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 fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac quotes
Pop totes and squeezing
tickets,
now I'm pulling cops over, give them season tickets

Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the
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, niggas is cut like
one them Get Rich or Die wife-beaters
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 don't do
Or ales, I do the May-o's

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
bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef
Broadcasting Ether in HD, God