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 borders
I was born at a quarter past, I was the color
Mom and Pop took me in a Crown Royale bag
I'm the nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I is this flow and this pencil
The as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
The industry I had to be an alcoholic

When we having threesomes we doing 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 with features
I relate to common folk,
they focus on the comments so I'm
a Tesla Roadster down the coast of Monaco
Low and behold, your honorable niggas is
Niggas is sleep, bout awoke as a

My connect'll give you a whole 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, that should be my
I'm from the streets where the are not even
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery,
The lie of is hard to believe
I'm a of Eve in the garden of Eden
Speaking, how target we been?

Rihanna stalker, I'm in the DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I your defense
Hit your pause button, halt critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk and it
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 bring his ass
bring his A, let his single play
We don't care you sing,
hit you in the with the butt of the gun
You leak and get your street 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 niggas season

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

Riding with but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan heaters, y'all niggas is cut like
one them Get or Die Tryin' wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and
If you a hater, do it
I whip you now and whip 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 many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies
niggas crazy, yes
They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Brady ep
I'm what you get when Rick and Cocaine 80s met
Bringing bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas
Broadcasting in HD, God Speed