Luyện nghe bài hát I'm God

You know I always wanted to be the
You I always wanted to be God
This is real
It's Lil B,

My new name is God, ice cream paint job
come out in the dim lights, vampire
Shouts out to A.E. for riding in 6-0
Move fast, stick slow, fast, talk slow
Dude try to play me, I'm leaving his bitch bro
Sorry for the words, fuck that, curse more
Bruh did things been in the Hearse fo'
Now I'm spittin' rap shit, gave me somethin' to fo'
Hit him with the P-9, bet it'll his ribs show
Rap game is too fake, real lay low
Word around town that you livin' with a
Bet I got killers puttin' on Halo
No Xbox, out to Tune, baby
Tune, baby, free Rocky, bitch
Free Rocky, free Rocky,
Tune baby, bitch, free

me

Bruh think I'm gay cause I'm grindin' in my tiny
Bet I'm the only goon nigga in these tiny
Sending off shots, make your wrist jam
Fully-loaded thing on my arm like a
You don't want the Space Jam, you're off to vacate
No, it's no template to this, 6 Kiss, reckless
Hands around neck like a necklace
Leave him screwed and chopped, have him thinking he in Texas,

Yeah, you what I mean
The mind is so when you're Based
32
to my world
Like I said I ready
And it feels good to be now
Finally realized, who's the rawest
(Yes) Lil B

Just cause you a rich rapper don't really mean
come to your crib and clear that whole bitch out
And blow the swish out, my mouth put the stick out
I be high and robbing pussies with my dick out
I I'm a show-off, take my raincoat off
I'm so wet that a get mad at me
Switch cars, new colors, it raspberry
Got my own with the dotcom
Take it out the bag, over like Top Ramen
I don't coke, my niggas look out for me
They wanna let me fall off the (balcony)
like losing Mike Vick on the Falcon team
We a faculty, but I'm the team
I you guys, I'm in the two-seater
And what's wrong with you, this is
This '09 shit, I call it Based World

Based
what I call it, Based World
You know I mean
So just to you, it's a wrap
To anybody that they had it
You need to again
Throw your hands up, it's Lil B for Lil
I need all the Based I can

Yeah is this what you really want, you got me in the now
No, I'm not stressed out, I'm God, I'm the out
Rap transparent, my glasses
incoherent, and no I'm not staring
I see through you
And from heartbeat you are soft in the middle
I'm on the outside, solid in the inside, bitch, it's the Westside
Chopper in the trunk, leave em soaked like a wet
apartheid, rap game is my shit
I'm so sick, I'm feeling so
tell the Earth I'm the best now
Somebody tell the ocean I'm the out
Somebody tell the I'm here now
Somebody tell the world I'm now
See me in space, I'm out of reach today
Celebrate for me, I'm Based for
a celebration, bitch