Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

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

Uh, this is high zone when borders pass
I was born at a past, I was the color purple
Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown bag
I'm the hottest nigga that you with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is this and this pencil
The Lord as my shepard, the my Doberman Pinscher
The industry I had to be an alcoholic

we having threesomes we doing acid and having seizures
Wish I could go back to my old and slap the teachers
All I had to do to up was an album packed with features
I don't relate to folk,
focus on the comments so I'm gonna
roll a Roadster down the coast of Monaco
Low and behold, your honorable niggas is
Niggas is sleep, bout as a dinosaur

My connect'll give you a kilo of Coke so he can go Geronimo
He should receive a trophy for the holy Jesus of flows
He the G.O.A.T., baaah, that be my taaaag
I'm from the streets where the are not even
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery,
The lie of Jesus is to believe
I'm a of Eve in the garden of Eden
Speaking, how target have we

Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in the DMs, in the deep end
Put the on you, I soften your defense
Hit pause button, halt your critiquin'
is cheap, the more you niggas talk and it cheapens
And all I see is 'round the streets today
I'm about a freak away from 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 play
We don't what you sing,
hit you in the with the butt of the gun
You leak and get your street cred and a few
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 over, give them niggas season tickets

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

Riding nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan heaters, y'all niggas is cut like
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 whip on your boy
whippins'll go around like a tornado
I get rid of yayo, I don't do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the May-o's

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