Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

I believe a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck everything
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) it in bold letters
They love a nigga's like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme him
Think '99, when woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a on us (ooh!)
(But since you do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four

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

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

Step on they necks 'til they breathe
they five stars but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A sold in the park then I want in
a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a brick an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, nobody hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from most hated to the god flow
I guess a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing
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
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come
Like there the god go in his
working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
Welcome to Sunday if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I 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," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
that 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 don't know but I've been (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 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!