Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
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
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He even got to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in 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 in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water 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 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, they 'Ye

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