Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

I believe a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in letters
They a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came aboard for more than to rhyme with him
Think '99, 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 you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim five stars but sell you dreams
say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park I want in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
What's a 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, can't hold me down

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a only me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing
Picture so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an that touched you
What has the world to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a
Then they ran up and shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you to someday serve us
We got in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the
Did strippers not an arc when I made it rain?
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard say
And we'll annihilate anybody violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

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