Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

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

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

that 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 good time G.O.D

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

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the god flow
I guess that's a only me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something from
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
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 in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the
Did strippers not an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that 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 know but I've been told)
If you get get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
please 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 runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!