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 home in a Royale bag
I'm the hottest that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is flow and this pencil
The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Pinscher
The said I had to be an alcoholic

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

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

Rihanna stalker, I'm in the DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the on you, I soften your defense
Hit pause button, halt your critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you niggas and it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets
I'm about a freak away from having Rea eating out Lisa Ray

Any out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
bring his A, let his single play
We don't what you sing,
hit you in the face the butt of the gun
You leak and get your cred 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 totes and squeezing
tickets,
now I'm pulling over, give them niggas season tickets

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

Riding with nothing but raw quarterpacks and
Ryan heaters, y'all niggas is cut like
one them Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Me? I'm just all straps and muscle
If you a hater, do it
I whip you now and then whip on boy later
Them whippins'll go around a tornado
I get rid of yayo, I don't do RoDayo
Or ales, I do the May-o's

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