Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm just the God of else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold
love a nigga's spirit like 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 good that 'Ye got a blow
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when woulda had Shyne 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 coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

Shake body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake 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 'til can't breathe
Claim they five stars but you dreams
They say death by threes
Line all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park then I in
a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. dollar sign, nobody hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something from
Picture working so hard, and you 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
Where don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a good time 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 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 foes (I'm way fresher all my foes)
Somebody please pick out clothes (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 runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!