Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

I there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to with him
'99, when 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 since you over do it, pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

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

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim they stars but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
them all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an nigga
When you flood and you can drown (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron
I'm three dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where don't come through 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 ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party body
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 been told (I don't know but been told)
If you get get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way fresher all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they (Somebody please 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!