Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

I believe a God above me
I'm the God of everything else
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck everything
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) it in bold letters
love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came aboard for more just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza 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 that bod (That's nigga!)
that body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a good time G.O.D (yeah)

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

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

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

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

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