Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

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

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

Shake that body, party bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party 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 but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line them all up and just see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a brick from an 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 that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake body, party that body
Come and have a time with G.O.D

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the god flow
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
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 come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where cops come through and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a
they 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
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 with the cane?
Did not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

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