Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

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

Shake that body, party that bod (That's 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)

Shake that body, that bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, party 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 stars but sell you
They say death multiplies by
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck 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 then I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick an outta-town nigga
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody me down

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, that 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 over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the god flow
I guess a feeling only 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, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something from
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in of his mom
40 in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can 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 water with the
Did not make an arc when I made it rain?
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," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, that 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 know but I've been told)
If you get get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way than all my foes (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody please 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!