Luyện nghe bài hát God Speed

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

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

When we having threesomes we doing acid and having
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
a Tesla Roadster down the coast of Monaco
Low and behold, your niggas is sheep
Niggas is sleep, awoke as a dinosaur

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

Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in the DMs, in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I soften defense
Hit your pause button, your critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you talk and it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 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 single
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, Fiva Nina I'm the
You got pop fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac quotes
Pop and squeezing triggers
tickets,
now I'm cops over, give them niggas season tickets

used to shoot me down vicious, now she the misses
She me into a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin
I told when I was 14 that she the one
Now a nigga probably got 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 nothing but raw quarterpacks and
Ryan Rice heaters, y'all is cut like
one Get Rich or Die Tryin' wife-beaters
Me? I'm all shoulder straps and muscle
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 don't do
Or ales, I do the Floyd

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