Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

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

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

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

Step on they necks 'til they breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you
say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a brick 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 that body, party bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a good with G.O.D

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from most hated to the god flow
I guess that's a only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, an uncle that touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and him right in front 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 if you hope to someday serve us
We got in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus
In Jesus' name, let the 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

Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a good 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 but I've been told)
If you get get all the hoes (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 clothes (Somebody please pick out 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!