Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and have a good with G.O.D

I believe a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold
They a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was good with the as a wholesaler
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I came aboard for more than to rhyme with him
Think '99, Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm four door

Shake that body, party bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that bod (Rick nigga!)
Shake that body, party body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a time with G.O.D (yeah)

Shake that body, that bod (Whoa!)
that body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God niggas!)
Come and have a time with G.O.D

Step on they necks they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you
They say multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the then I want in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
When you flood and you can niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. dollar sign, nobody hold me down

Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a time with G.O.D

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a feeling only me and know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 in a week
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick
Did not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that body
Come and have a good with G.O.D

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
I don't know but I've been told (I don't know but been told)
If you get fresh get all the hoes (If you get get all the hoes)
I'm way than all my foes (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody pick out they clothes)
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
Who shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!