Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, I trying 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 drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can mess up whole life, like an uncle that touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't true
Like there the god go in his
working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his 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 summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a 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 I've 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 pick out 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!