Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm the God of everything else
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in letters
They love a spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was good with the as a wholesaler
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to with him
Think '99, Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold 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 coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the god flow
I that's a feeling 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 haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He got enough to get his mama a condo
they ran up and shot 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 green in our eyes, just 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 by Hov and Dame?
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that 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 but I've been told (I don't know but I've been told)
If you get fresh get all the (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher all my foes (I'm way fresher than 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!