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 when borders 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 nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is this flow and this
The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman
The industry said I had to be an

When we having threesomes we doing acid and seizures
I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers
All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with
I relate to common folk,
they on the comments so I'm gonna
roll a Tesla Roadster down the of Monaco
Low and behold, your honorable is sheep
Niggas is sleep, bout as a dinosaur

My connect'll you a whole 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, that be my taaaag
I'm the streets where the odds 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 have we been?

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

Any artist out you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
bring his A, let his single play
We care what you sing,
hit you in the face the butt of the gun
You leak and get your street cred and a few
Pop go the weasal, nigga, Fiva Nina I'm the
You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I is Big and Pac quotes
Pop totes and squeezing
tickets,
now I'm pulling cops over, them niggas season tickets

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

Riding with but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all 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 then 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 May-o's

So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no left
These crazy, yes
They playin' like 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 in HD, God Speed