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

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

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

Step on they necks they can't breathe
Claim they stars but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line all up and let's just see
em 'Ye, fuck 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 nick' in the park then I want in
a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
What's a from an outta-town nigga
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody me down

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'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, made something from
working 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
cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He even got 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
Welcome to Sunday service if you to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard say
And we'll annihilate anybody violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

that 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 I've 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 they (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!