Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

I there's a God above me
I'm just the God of else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck everything
dope 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 with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I came for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over do it, I'mma more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

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

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim five stars but sell you dreams
They say death by threes
them all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (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 without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. sign, can't nobody hold me down

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party that
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 hated to the champion god
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing
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 come through and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
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 someday us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not part the with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party 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 know 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 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 runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!